Rain falls on the just and the unjust.: December 2003

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At the crossroads
Friend or foe
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Watching it snow
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December 23, 2003 :: BECAUSE!

>> First of all, you should know better than to get your car fixed. Its like buying new white kicks. People go out of their way to taint the newness. It IS a conspiracy.

>> You only think of a million things to do when you are sick and can do nothing but think ot things to do. Thought you knew.

>> Your friends dont support you because arguing with you is a free and o so entertaining pasttime. Plus, you know you like it.

>> You are always broke in December because its the end of the year. Its like the end of the month times 12.

>> You are never happy with the women that choose you, because if they were so great you would have chose them.

>> Last but NOT least, the women you choose are SUPERFLUOUSLY flawed because they are...women. You as a man just dont get it.

AND I'M THRU!

(mzphat slams down the mike and exits stage left)

December 18, 2003 :: Why....

Everyone else seems to be full of surprise and jubilation. I'm full of little replicated flu viruses.... and as such, in my feverish, dizzy, achy, deluded state, I'm going to write a grumpy, gripey post.

» Why is it that every time I get a ding on my car, its on a new panel? I ran into something on the freeway the other day... still not sure what exactly it was, some sort of sign... but now I have scratches all across the hood and front bumper. Add that to the dings in the front left and right quarter panels, the passenger door, scratches on the roof, the right rear quarter panel, and the peeling clearcoat on the trunk lid... there's only one clean panel left. Oh yeah, and the rear bumper which was replaced last year, thus clearing up the dings in it.

» Why is it that I have to be sick when I really need to get stuff done at work. I can't afford to sit around all day in the bed. What is the point of staying home if I still have work to do? bleh.

» Why is it that my friends can't just support what I choose to undertake? If I want to go on the crack diet, they should be right there, helping me to get rocks. At least my coworkers are down with the plan.

» Why am I always broke in December? Well... I just bought a heat pump. Last year, it was the unemployment situation. Year before that... that's too far back for me to remember. I need to find a job that pays end-of-year bonuses. Or else get two successive promotions at my current job.

» Why is it that I am never really happy with the women who choose me? And yet, the women I choose are always flawed in some ridiculous way. Never anything simple like a superfluous nipple, oh no... it's more like they have superfluous neuroses.

ok, that's enough griping for now. I should be happy with the things I do have. and I have to get back to work.

December 12, 2003 :: Reverse beer goggles

I got drunk last night. Nice and toasty. Went to two parties; one was a corporate shindig, with open bar (always a bad sign) where I got a few vodka martinis, and then another party at which my friends were buying shots of tequila. I was past where I should have been. Not "nice", not "buzzing", but beyond that into "toasted and wobbly." That judgment thing, I tell ya....

And yet, strangely enough, I was popular! More women than usual were eager to strike up conversation with me. I don't think you understand... I was at the point where it hurt my head to attempt coherent conversation, and yet they were all over me. I can't possibly imagine how this is attractive, but there they were.

This has happened before, so it's not just a fluke. So I'm working on a couple of theories here.

1) They are more drunk than they appear (because my own judgment is compromised, so I can't judge how drunk they are) and they view me through their own beer goggles.

2) I somehow become witty and dynamic when my tongue is loosened to the point of slurring.

I woke up at 5:00 in the morning today with a nice headache, nausea, and unquenchable thirst for water, despite drinking a good 30 ounces before I went to bed. Went back to sleep, couldn't get up for work. Needless to say, I won't be conducting thorough experiments of this phenomenon.

Your crackpot theories are welcome!

December 09, 2003 :: The ugly duckling

The following is a summarization of a conversation I had last night, standing outside in the cold:

her: I might have to get braids, because my hairdresser messed up my hair, and I have to wait for it to grow out.

me: Why not just cut it off low and be done with the hassle?

her: Because I don't want to look any uglier than I already am.

me: (thinking it's a sideways crack on my own bald pate, because she couldn't possibly mean what she said) Oh, so are you trying to crack on me?

her: No!

me: So what if your mother cut her hair off, would she be ugly?

her: No, she'd look good. It's fine on other people, just not on me.

me:

her: I'm already unattractive enough, I don't need to make it any worse!

me:

her: See, I don't even want to have this conversation.

me: I'm cold, so I'm going to go now.

her: So you don't want to talk to me any more.

me: No, I'm cold. I'm leaving.

Now.... mind you, this is a girl I met and went out with on a couple of dates. That means, presumably, that at some point I found her attractive, right? So why would she even allow those words to cross her lips? What kind of crisis of self-confidence could lead someone to that....

The worst part is, she apparently has no clue what a huge turnoff that was. She's not ugly, not at all, but saying things like that makes her extremely unattractive. I have no desire to be her therapist, and at age 30, she really ought to be handling these things on her own.

So, onward I go.