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Maybe there is something wrong with me, but do you ever momentarily come into contact with someone that you don’t know, and catch a tiny part of their conversation that causes your inner voice to just start screaming, “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW! PLEASE!!”?
This happened today when I caught a mere 15 seconds of a 20 something young woman who’s college mouth had yet to catch up with her business look. I couldn’t tell you a single word of what she said, but the way she like um totally said it was like you know ugh [eye roll] like um these girls who are like all like believe that they are like the like made of like the greatest like ingredients in the world, but like under the surface, they’re all like you know ugh [eye roll] venom. what. ev’r.
Maybe it was simply a reaction to the venom or the maintenance contracts, but even if the outer me did remain as cool as a lunch gathering ninja, there has to be a better reason for such a strong reaction.
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October 19th, 2005 at 8:32 am
Happens to me ALL THE TIME.
I try to will the person quiet, but it rarely works. Last time was someone blathering on about a “PET PROJECT”. “I will do the food and the decorating, you’re in charge of the music, that will be your PET PRO-JECT, alright? Don’t forget. Music, your PET PRO-JECT.”
Later it occurred to me that maybe she was actually a cool girl making fun of some idiot mutual acquaintence who says pet project a lot, I don’t know, but it didn’t matter. I spent the entire time willing a bus to drive through the window of the Gap and run one of us over to put me out of my misery.
Actually, this happens much less now that I am unemployed and living in a small town with very little human interaction and no opportunity to spend 2 hours a day on crowded public transportation.
October 19th, 2005 at 1:31 pm
Happens to me all the time, especially on Chicago’s public transportation. My inner beast rages immensely until I or the chatty cathy exit the transport. Then I feel much, much better–especially if I can have a beer.