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Traveling Through the Phone Lines

I’ve been meaning to tell about an interesting/funny thing that happened a couple of weeks ago. It was fascinating to me because of the ways that people act around those they know well as opposed to those they don’t know well.

Todd and I were on IRC together, talking to Sherlyn and Laurel, and someone entered the channel we were on. I said something about Justin’s online diary and the person started to go on and on about how he detested online diaries, and how he thought they were a result of an enormous ego on the part of the person writing them. And I was laughing really hard, I thought it was great that this guy had no idea that I had an online journal because I’d never had a chance to hear what people don’t like about online diaries. So meanwhile Sherlyn and Laurel and Todd are all telling this guy that I’m one of those people he doesn’t like, and the guy started to apologize all over the place. It was weird because for one thing, I wasn’t offended in the least, and for another, he seemed to be saying, “Well, everyone but YOU has a big ego,” and considering that he didn’t know me at all it was a bizarre thing to say. What, because I happened to be there, I wasn’t part of his general statement about people who write online journals? Interesting. I also was curious about how he’d arrived at the conclusion that people with big egos are the ones who do this sort of thing. I mean, he’s telling this to someone who has to bring a book with her when she goes walking somewhere so that she doesn’t get attacked by her rotted monsters telling her what a worthless creep she is.

Had a pretty quiet night last night. Finished up the trim in the ex-purple room and am really thrilled with the results, I think I’ll start in on the green room in a few days. I listened to Sixty Minutes and felt really sad when the anchorpeople started talking about ritalin and attention deficit syndrome. Thank god that whole trendy “disorder” (no, I don’t believe in it) wasn’t around when Sean was a baby. He couldn’t sit down for five minutes at a time, he had an attention span of about six seconds, he was always zipping here and there, but my god, no one popped him on drugs to make him stop it. Eventually he grew out of it and is a really calm kid now. One of the mothers they interviewed was saying that none of the kids liked her son, he was totally unpopular, and as soon as he was put on this drug everything changed and everyone likes him now.

No one liked me when I was in school either. And yeah, it was hard. No, I didn’t like being the kid everyone hated. But I would have run away from home before allowing someone to put me on a drug that made people like me. That’s horrifying and damn scary.

Todd called and I was so tired from painting that I was falling asleep on the phone, I closed my eyes and was listening to his voice and dreamed that I could make myself small and travel through the phone lines to where he is. Then later on last night when I fell asleep I dreamed that my friend Tina called — I can’t for the life of me remember if she really did leave a phone message or not — we’ve been friends since 1991 and met in college. She’s one of the coolest people I know, she just takes life in stride every day and troops on through incredible hardships never losing her sense of humor and never feeling a moment of self-pity. Anyway, whenever I think of her she calls and I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. So I’ll have to check phone mail to see if she did indeed call and then I dreamed about her, or if she never called at all and I dreamed that as well. (*grin* One hopes that I didn’t dream this dream and THEN she called, because although we do have a connection that sort of thing would be very strange…)

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