So when WebSavvyMom commented on my previous post, saying “What do you think they say about you?”
I was all, like, “That’s a good question, I honestly don’t know”.
And then, cue the bafflement, ’cause, guess what? I’d never even thought about any of what I wrote or thought framed within the perspective of that question. Like THAT’S a surprise. Whew. I do love my crappy sentences.
But her question haunted me and made me think.
*pause*
Thinking takes me a long time.
*pause* *again*
Finally, after tortuously thoughtful hours, I realized that, hey, viewed from the perception posed by WebSavvyMom’s comment, that peering from that end of the telescope, I’M probably the freak, that I’M the one most ill-suited to fit in with my new world.
A sobering thought. One that I chased with a shot and a beer.
But it’s true.
It’s me that doesn’t belong. I’m a loner. And the class is all guy’s guys-they all hang and they all roll out at the breaks and smoke cigarettes with the instructor and trade stories and bond together and then they all roll back in together while I sit in the classroom and check e-mail on my iPad or read Carl Hiaasen’s new iBook which is totally fucking hilarious.
The book, I mean.
Man I hope I don’t get beat up.
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