Tuesday, November 23, 2004
One of These Things Is Not Like The Others
Speaking of points - here's mine:
Ever wondered, "What the hell am I doing in this room with this person/these people?!? Don't they know that I drink 40 oz bottles of King Cobra Malt Liquor (it busts a cap in other malt liquors asses, y'all) while playing kickball? Have they any idea that I drive a car with expired tags and a busted side view mirror (I was sober when I did that)?"
Well, if you don't, I do - and have.
It's not all freak-out central with me, though, cuz here's how the story ends - usually. I generally find that I feel that way for the first 10-15 minutes of a meeting like that - basically until I've had the opportunity to hear the person say a couple of things, and the chance to respond.
I wonder if they're ever thinking that stuff...will that feeling go away when I get older? Cuz, I'm getting older every day, and I still get it...
Wow. How did you just put that into words better than I've ever been able to do?
Hmmm...it's probably because I'm not thinking I'M the one that's out of place...instead it's just everyone else that should be listening to ME. Suckas! Teehee...
I go through the same thought process with about most of the people that I interact with on a professional level, and I find that there are some people out there like us, but now many. I may continue to prosper and mature as a professional, but I never will let go of being a kid. We're a special breed, and I'll be damned if I'm going to lose sight of that.
By 1:25 PM, at
Guess I get to be the mean kid that tells you there is no Santa Claus. Here it is - you aren't that special. All of us, even that poetry writing fool Sadam, have secret likes, loves, and lives that we keep stuffed back in our closet of weirdness. No one, co-workers especially, can truly know the real anyone until that closet door is opended and the freak show let out.
By 10:36 AM, at
I think what Scrooge McBlog is trying to say is that we're all special in our own bizarre way...and that makes none of us special (according to his/her train of thought).
I'd like to think that the fact that i get goosebumps when I fold construction paper (think: fingers on a chalkboard), or that I have to turn off commercials or shows that have sunburned people on them, because they make me gag makes me special...certifiably special maybe, but special nonetheless...
Hmm...well my best friend can't watch 50 First Dates because she's deathly afraid of aquariums.
And I can't help but be a bit freaked out by The Polar Express -- they look so REAL, but yet, so...not.
So there! I think it's funny you live at the beach and can't look at sunburned people.