I just had a horrible happy hour with the Conventionals from work. They were all playing poker later tonight with their husbands, and I clearly wasn't invited due to my broken alone status. I also have been labeled at work as being "cerebral." I suspect this status equates to boring and weird.
Girlfriend 911 dispatched me to Keen and Celestial. Keen used her beautiful, figurative language to describe why the house she's buying is the Bike Tree House. She's hip and wonderful-weird and will let me come over to watch Sex and the City with her and her fiance as our last quality time together before they tie the knot. Celestial and I commiserated about veiled mean comments.
I've spent a lot of time and effort this year trying to fit in at work. I'm not capable. Eventually the gig is up, and I fall deeper into the girl who loves reading and thrift store clothes and uncool music. Good thing I can still run to my band of Unconventionals.
2 comments:
since when has "cerebral" become a euphemism? i equate it with intelligent, thoughtful, creative ponderous, deep thinker and a host of other enviable qualities. your words offer a fresh quality to the word-weary and your creative spirit makes me laugh. i often don't feel like i fit in at work either...what is it that drives us toward that single-faceted goal?
if i was to fit in at work, i would have to be a bitch: gossipy to the max, mean to anyone who isn't exactly like me, whiny, complaining about everything, and oh, did i mention a gossip? be glad, on some levels, that you aren't "conventional", as i don't think you would want to be. alas, i do understand the desire of wanting to fit in: not totally assimilate, but just have a connection with those people once in a while.
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