Adjusting to a lot of change makes me feel like velcro that has been attached too many times and gets less sticky. I feel less sticky in relationships. I just don't feel like getting to know anyone right now. I'm met a ton of people this week. Most of them were friendly, and funny, and individuals I should learn from.
They all like to discuss their houses, husbands, kids, dogs, and yards. I do not have any of those things. Since I also do not have cable television, I am like meeting a caveperson to them. I need to find some other outsiders to gravitate to. Or I could be like Joey in the episode of Friends where he invents a corporate world alter ego to better fit in. I could probably pass as having a husband in Iraq, a beagle named DaisyLion, and a plan to buy a home. For now I'll just keep talking about shoes.
There is nothing more withering than the glance of the outraged, white, suburban housewife. I got my fill of that today at work from someone I had never spoken to or met. I wanted to giggle, but I knew I would get in trouble. I tried to hide instead. She asked to talk to a supervisor.
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