I wrote a story about being an ‘outsider’.
It upset people- it made them feel bad – they didn’t like going back to a time that really and truly sucked.
So I asked two of my friends who were ‘insiders’ what it was like for them ‘back then’.
It sounded good- their memories came across like a Nick at Night Classic Episodes Marathon with no (I’m sorry to say) Talking Horses or Martians.
Then we get around to talking about now and I heard a lot of stories about tuition costs and cars and loans and house payments and gee we took a vacation but when we got back this thing was waiting at the office…and part way through this visit to the Adult World my head started to hurt.
“Wow” I thought, “you sound like a commercial where you’re invited to ask your Doctor about this new anti-depressant” Anyway I felt like doing just that after they got done talking.
Of course these blood rituals work both ways so we go into what I’ve been up too and I say:” My kids got good jobs and moved out, I’m writing a book, I’ve been writing short stories, my husband and I are Civil Rights Activists so we’re really busy with that and for a couple of weeks now I’ve been having a Gummy Bear Porn War going on with a Writer in California.”
I took a deep breath and dove in again “I’ve also made this really cool discovery- I’ve discovered that if I do stories about Bruce Campbell people will read them. In fact, I went back and found out that his story took more traffic then the Paris Hilton story that I did… I think it’s because he’s truly talented.That’s about it”
So my two friends, (yes, I was and still am friends with some “Shiny People“) looked at each other and then at me and asked-
“So Anita, what else is going on with you?”
Irregular Bones 
Don’t feel bad that your story churned up some feelings in me. I would be feeling them even if you hadn’t written you piece. I just had somewhere new to articulate them.
I can’t believe the last line here…. “what else is going on with you?” Geez.
I was at this social affair this weekend and I was chatting with strangers, both of whom were clinical psychologists. “What do you do?” they asked. “I’m an administrative coordinator.” Thank God I’ve got a good title because in actuality I’m just a glorified secretary. I’m thinking about switching my answer to that question to “Free-lance blog editor and digital montage artist”. But then I’d probably get blank stares, shifting feet, and “um, have you tried the rumaki?”
Sigh.
Titles Bite don’t they Lori?
You know, my friends actually wanted to hear more. I felt like I was visiting inmates at a Prison or something and telling them what it was like ” outside’.
It was sort of funny.
Jeez. Did they actually not get writing a book and short stories, engaging in civil rights activities, posting about Bruce Campbell, and severe commitment to a gummy bear porn war is more than full time?
Or did they just want to hear you are miserable about something? Anything? Dear God let her life be as vapid and uninspiring as mine kind of thing?
Hey Max I figure it’s the last thing you said- about being vapid and miserable.
I’ll bet they’d give anything to do just one of those things I have to do every single day of my life- at least they’d have fun for a few hours.
amm
See, that is just someone who is going to talk to you till she can find one thing that maybe you are not happy about and then will concentrate on that till you are feeling miserable and unhappy and then will trot off all happy. You do not need that.
I’ll say, I haven’t come this far to get shot down now- that’s why I pay hang with people who write about their lives or dogs that exorcise demons or they do art or write plays or stories or spend their weekends looking for UFO’s.
You know, I want to be around people live on their own terms ( even if they don’t know it )
amm
i write about a sexually deviant rabbit time to time. that count?
What would the world be with out those frisky rabbits?
amm
Well, personally, I am about blood thirsty rabbits.
BUNNICULA!
if you wanted the bloodthirsty rabbit post you needed only to ask. i sent the URL to the perverted rabbit post because this is wordpress…
here…
http://criminyjicket.wordpress.com/2007/06/28/when-you-die-can-i-have-your-stuff/
That was fun. You have sort of a dark side, huh Criminy?
yeah…i work outside so the tan is pretty good. How could you know that though?
this may require over extending some underutilized brain cells
Cool. I hope you are also 6’3″ with hard riply man stomach. That is just an image I can really live with.
nope….wish i could help. I’m 4’3″ tall, 7’8″ around, bald as a cueball, and suffer from psoriasis and scabies…but other than that what you said is accurate as hell
That poor seagull.
it’ll be alright. pelicans don’t require ass feathers
[He did not just say that. Jeez.]
I think we opened the door for that one Max…I blame it on The Gummy Bear Porn…
whoops.
amm
I blame Anita Blonde.
:::whistling:::
( anita checks the comments for CERTAIN key words )
Look, maybe I didn’t say every tiny syllable, no. But basically I said them, yeah.
I’m in for it.
Darn.
amm
sorry..i figured assfeathers would be okay since its in all the veterinary hournals
journals for criminy’s sake
i apologize for the profanity…feel free to delete my posts on any whim…i never take such things personal, and in the future i can always say rectum feathers. *s*
Death threats are a no-no.
Calling people names?
Bad.
Ass Feathers.
Now that’s just funny.
Post Away Criminy …. you’re doing fine
amm
when i call people names they generally have to resrt to the divtionary…anyone can use profanity..i think it requires a certain flair to do it well…so my dull normal mentality isn’t up to the task