- Me: So then I step outside, look down and I realize my tights are GREEN and I'm wearing a brown jacket thing inside my coat. I look like a booger. Thank goodness I work with girls.
- ZT: ...And since girls don't have boogers, the didn't identify you as one?
- Me: No...they brought me tights
Lets consider this a preemptive strike as i’ve yet to experience this.
But really now, we cover our mouths when we sneeze, we wait until no one is looking to pick our noses and we walk far far away from our friends before we try to fart as silently as possible; yet some people feel its alright to go ahead and express your jubilence, your condolences or your weekend plans for debauchery to the newly “single”….and their 1476 friends.
Why on earth would anyone comment on the fact that someone is newly “single”?
Honestly, the option shouldn’t even be allowed.
Its awkward. Its awkward for me to read. Its awkward for me to read your comments and the have to obligatorily judge your character and your apparent lack of understanding of social niceties.
You, sir or madam, are a dick.
I drew a blank.
Its a fairly unimposing question so why couldn’t I answer?
Shopping? Facebook? Do those count? Even if they do, who wants to say that in a conversation?
I hypothetically like doing lots of things. If I had the time I’d like to wander around taking pictures of everything I see. I’d like to check out vintage shops, make my own clothes and eat at little restaurants no one has ever heard of. I’d like to spend whole days at museums looking at things for more than a few seconds or at least until I get that pensive look that people get at museums. I’d like to call these my interests but can I claim them if I don’t do them?
I guess that makes me a liar everytime someone tries to make small talk. Technically speaking, I don’t have any interests or hobbies. I just have a job and alot of complaining.
Recognizing that you’ve become a robot can be a rather shocking realization.
So what to do now?
Guess I’ll have to stop lying.