msfledermaus | So I sez to the guy, I sez... (Reply)

I'd just gotten home and was running around in my GIR slippers cooking dinner and I got a knock on my door. It was Jon the Concierge with a package I'd ordered a while back--more cheapo spinning wool for the wheel. I said brightly, "Oh cool, more stuff for the spinning wheel!" and pointed to my stubborn baby in the corner by the bookcase. Jon's face contorted...you could see the word "Freeeeeak" lighting up in his eyes like a big fat neon sign. I sighed and explained that a friend of a friend gave it to me, it was kind of fun in a retro way, etcetra. (I think my using the word "retro" helped--his face cleared almost immediately.) Anyway, as he was leaving I hung my head a bit and said, "I know, I know...I'm the weirdest person on this floor, huh?" "No, not really--there are people on your floor much weirder than that. And I love your slippers!"

That should have cheered me up a little...but the whole thing just left me a little depressed. It's not like I chose to be a weirdo. Oh wait...yes. Yes I did. No whining. I liiiiiike it. So I have to deal with the consequences of weirdness...the "Well, THAT"S different!" look. Maybe it's just the weather that's making me cranky about this sort of thing; usually it doesn't really bother me anymore.

Anyway, off to the working and the walking and the whatnot...