Posted by Dinah on May 24, 2009, at 12:19:42
In reply to Re: A ramble, posted by seldomseen on May 21, 2009, at 16:19:01
By the way, I don't do pretty either. The whole reason the fact that his zipper was effectively unzipped was so ironic was that we were just talking about that. I had been telling him that outside the room, I saw him as someone socially superior to me on the general scale. Someone who would be in the "other" Sunday School class. Not the class I'm in with the absolutely wonderful quirky smart people. A bit of snobbery on my own part I guess. He was trying to prove his geek credentials, and I was pointing out that I was one of those people who could never ever manage to look well put together no matter what I wore. Something would always be sliding down, sticking out, unshined, or lacking in whatever magic pulled together people managed. He was trying to convince me that he was one of us. That he too ended up with his dinner on his shirt. That even though his shoes were always polished to a blinding glare, he was not at all polished himself.
And during that precise conversation, I became aware that his zipper was split open.
It was almost like fate. Do you think the supreme being wanted me to feel like I wasn't really so different from my therapist anyway?
(Does someone pass the geekometer test if they loved the original Star Trek but forgot the name of Kirk's old friend who gained telepathic powers when they attempted to pass outside the galaxy?)
Addendum: To be absolutely clear, I consider my own Sunday School class to be the most superior that has ever been assembled. So I suppose there is some snobbery on my part.
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