This is about as generic as it gets. Sent from a 20 something year old guy who's profile claims he is, "looking for hot girls to hang with." I don't know that I ever qualified as a hot girl, but if I did, it was 20+ years ago...when I was his age. Maybe I'm clueless to the fact that there are women out there that find this endearing. I'm not looking for a hook up, but if I was, that message still would have gotten the same response...none.
I delete a dozen of these a week. Sometimes, an unfortunate soul catches me at the "right" time, or maybe that should be the wrong time...and I express my disdain for their ignorance. It usually takes a little more than, whats up baby.
I miss having intelligent conversations...even with random strangers. Mojo used to be more of that and less of trolling central, or maybe I was clueless about that too. Maybe they justed wanted a hook up but were willing to spend a little more time about it. Now that I think about it, that is pretty much the bases of social interaction. Kind of depressing.
Take heart in the reality of who you are in this unfortunate tromp around the stupidity stage. The little boys think you are hot...so you are. As for relevant and meaningful conversations, well, good luck with that. Most of the capable males are hesitant to delve into a friendship due to the risk of testicular damage inflicted by the woman currently holding the beating heart.
I have just had a lot of weird stuff going on lately....I mean weird stuff, mostly in my head. Weird random thoughts...but not all of it.
First I'd like to point out that it is not I before E except after C...it's a stupid mnemonic because it's wrong. But mnemonic is a pretty cool word. This comes to you after misspelling weird a number of times in that first sentence.
On to random thoughts...see previous blog entry for the kitten incident. No there was no incident, I promise. I would not dunk a kitten in water. I'm allergic and I'm sure it trying to climb up my arm would not end well. Damn, I'm itching just thinking about it. I had a few, let's say not so nice....won't be publicly exposed, thoughts recently. How can I say this without saying this? The voice in my head expressed my displeasure with a situation in terms of which I am not usually accustomed to...and I am accustomed to a lot. I just have to wonder where this language previously lived before surfacing in the forefront of my brain? It isn't really so much the language, as the phrases, the compilation of words into new and previously unexplored expressive terminology.
On to random incidents. I was driving down a subdivision street this morning on my way to work. It was still dark outside. There was a TARC bus stopped in the opposing lane, not an unusual occurrence. I guess they wait there if they are running ahead of schedule. As I was approaching the TARC bus, a school bus passed it in my lane. After the school bus passed, I started along side the TARC. There was another vehicle behind the TARC waiting for me to pass, and their lights were very bright. As I was passing, my brain warned me to look for the runner. I couldn't see anybody, but I slowed down and looked towards the shoulder of the road. My brain kept warning me, and as I passed the other vehicle and his lights were no longer glaring into my eyes I saw the runner...just to the right of me. If I had swung out to give the bus more clearance, I would have hit him before I saw him. I have no idea what I'd seen or perceived that set off the alarm, but I'm glad I listened. To add to the strangeness, I had posted that I was feeling lucky on my Facebook profile about 15 minutes earlier.
Another incident, but slightly more humorous...and, I promise, shorter. I was headed down a flight of stairs yesterday at work. There were two women just ahead of me, as the turned on the landing to head down the next flight one of them noticed me...for the first time. I apparently have an unusual ability to move very quietly. She screamed...ear piercing, high-pitched, only a girl could do scream, and in the enclosed stairwell it just echoed. Once she realized that I wasn't a serial killer stalking the hospital corridors, we all had a good laugh.
Today I heard an ill person being described as, "weak as a kitten." Not an unusual phrase, and one that is generally accepted and well understood. But the little voice that lives inside my head declared, I bet if I dunked the kitten in water and set it on your head you would re-evaluate that statement.
It is very unfortunate when something in our lives suddenly takes on a new cultural meaning in society. I know a very sweet, demure, lady doctor...named Kevorkian. She has no relation to the infamous Dr Kevorkian, but imagine the reaction she gets every time she introduces herself. It only takes one person to defame a beloved family name. A few that come to mind...Hitler, Gacy, Manson. Imagine having the last name Mullet...especially if you had one.
During a recent conversation, I mentioned my intent to get a tattoo on my back. Someone asked, if I knew what that was called? I pointed out the fact that my tattoo would be between my shoulder blades...not in the region of the lower back. This particular person seemed to find the phrase, tramp stamp, quite amusing. I don't find the term amusing. It might be just a bit of a pet peeve, but I hate that something that was presumably important to someone...something permanent, has garnered such a negative connotation. If I ever were to get a tattoo on my lower back and someone called it a tramp stamp...I think I'd introduce them to another meaning of tramp.
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