Well this gal thinks so.
That
chick cries a fucking LOT! I have like four reasons for
crying/making-tears-to-keep-my-eyeballs-from-turning-into-ocular-raisins
but she has reasons I have to look up in a dictionary! Lineal tears?
Is that like how many board feet of tears she cried this 28-day mentrual cycle or something?
What
a friend she would be. She sees someone she hasn't seen in years, makes
that weird, girl-squeal noise, hugs the startled and alarmed chick (who
is, by then, thinking, "God, it's that fucking psycho-chick from that
community college, adult ed class on mushroom identification! Why does
she know my name?!?!") and then says "Wait! I need a phial to collect
these tears of reunion!"
Which is not weird at all!
I
would be her friend though. I like crazy people. "This is my friend
Sally. If she wants to collect any of your body fluids, it's okay. It's
for sciencey reasons. Not like perverted or voodoo reasons. I mean she's
not going to, like, brine her chicken in your tears or anything." And
my friends would give her that smile where they raise their eyebrows up
really high.
Sometimes I don't think my explanations necessarily make people feel less weirded out by whatever just happened.
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