A Slice of Fried Gold


Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Today I ran into someone I hadn't seen in quite sometime. We both had double takes, I said "hey, how's it going?" She responded with the standard "good, and yourself?" The average person would strike up a normal conversation given this situation, but of course I'm not normal. I immediately respond with "do you remember who I am?"

She did, but that's not the important part of the story - I do that a lot. I always think people I haven't seen for some time have no clue who I am, and 99 times out of 100 they think I'm an idiot for even bringing that up as a possibility. And I am an idiot, because I can never just choose the option that would take me to "fun conversation" instead of "awkward conversation."

I swear, given any situation and the infinite amount of possibilities laid out for my selection, I almost always choose the most ineffective or most strangely offensive option (this really explains why I don't have a girlfriend). Some would call it a gift, others would call it a curse. My good friend Amanda would call it my shocking lack of tact.

I call it me being me. I'm ridiculous, but I guess that's part of my charm.


Amy said...

no shout-out for melding the term?

David Harper said...

Well, on the original draft I had, but I had actually defined the term in the post. Then I realized it made no sense to do that, so I just kept it as the title.

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