Yesterday, my brother and I had to shovel the driveway.
So, we took the snow and buried the lamp post.
Actually, we didn't get all the way to the top. But we were mightily proud of our accomplishment.
Later in the day, I was talking to someone online and sent her the picture of our glorious mountain. She liked it.
Her sister did not.
She thought it was "horribly uncreative."
Well I don't know this person, but I wasn't going to let that pass. A conversation between we two ensued with the person I was actually talking to as the mediator. In that conversation, I got her to ramble confusedly, threaten me, use the word "whatever," and call me a creep and then leave.
It was nice talking to her. (And probably safer than doing it face to face.)
I do this to a lot of people on purpose, and I do it to a lot of people accidentally. There's going to be a lot of confusion in my classroom.
It's because I'm an eccentric.
My dad maintains that an eccentric can't know that they're an eccentric, and if they did know they wouldn't be an eccentric.
I beg to differ. I have a sneaking suspicion that I am eccentric and everybody is too afraid to tell me. I just can't differentiate between the normal things I do and the eccentric, which no longer sounds like a word.
Maybe that's why everything I say to a certain person I don't know very well confuses her. I just don't speak English well, which is a poor thing for a blogger.
Or maybe she just doesn't like me.
No comments:
Post a Comment