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I have a green shirt, and in large block letters devised with black fabric paint, it says, "Heathcliff is a prat." I think this is self-explanatory. After hearing so many wonderful things about Wuthering Heights, I read it and found myself to be deeply disappointed with the jerk. I liked the book, but not Heathcliff.
Last Friday, I dropped into a local crafting store to buy some yarn. It was near closing time, and there weren't many people there at all. Two girls (early 20s?) were standing at the register where I was paying for my purchase. As I'm sliding my credit card, one of them says, "Oh my God! Your shirt is so mean!" I look down at my shirt, and then back up at her. What? The other girl squints and manages to sound the words on my shirt out before exclaiming, "Didn't he just die?" I furrow my brows and say, "Well, he did die, but it wasn't recently. Actually, it wasn't even in real life." They both give me a blank look like I'd obviously lost my mind. "Heath Ledger," the first one says, "He died a few months ago. I wouldn't want to be on your bad side if you put how much you hate him on your shirt." Oh. Oh, dear. Get thee to a literature class. I scrunch my nose and say, "No, not Heath Ledger. Heathcliff. The character from Wuthering Heights." I get another blank look. "So he's a character? From a book?" the second one says as she hands me my receipt. I nod. "Oh, we thought you were being mean to Heath Ledger." No, no I was not. My shirt has not a thing to do with the late actor. Sorry to disappoint.
I came home and told Jason that I have no people. This is a perfect example of why I don't have any friends. Well, I have all of you, and I appreciate all of you, and I do consider you to be my people. But in person, I have no people. People always talk about squeeing over fandom-related items with their friends or going to see interesting movies with their friends. I've never been able to do any of those sorts of things with any friends of mine, unless I've met those friends via the internet, of course. I'm not bitter about it, nor am I upset in any way. I actually find it rather amusing that everyone I meet finds me absolutely puzzling and/or boring.
I am one of these.
P.S. - I might be over the whole Draco/Hermione thing. I read some real stinkers tonight. The lesson of the story is never, ever read fics in a pairing you are unfamiliar with if they were not listed on a fic rec list. Clicking willy-nilly on links will only lead to wasted time and heartache. And not the good kind of heartache.
P.P.S. - Why is it so freakin' cold here? It's supposed to be spring.
Last Friday, I dropped into a local crafting store to buy some yarn. It was near closing time, and there weren't many people there at all. Two girls (early 20s?) were standing at the register where I was paying for my purchase. As I'm sliding my credit card, one of them says, "Oh my God! Your shirt is so mean!" I look down at my shirt, and then back up at her. What? The other girl squints and manages to sound the words on my shirt out before exclaiming, "Didn't he just die?" I furrow my brows and say, "Well, he did die, but it wasn't recently. Actually, it wasn't even in real life." They both give me a blank look like I'd obviously lost my mind. "Heath Ledger," the first one says, "He died a few months ago. I wouldn't want to be on your bad side if you put how much you hate him on your shirt." Oh. Oh, dear. Get thee to a literature class. I scrunch my nose and say, "No, not Heath Ledger. Heathcliff. The character from Wuthering Heights." I get another blank look. "So he's a character? From a book?" the second one says as she hands me my receipt. I nod. "Oh, we thought you were being mean to Heath Ledger." No, no I was not. My shirt has not a thing to do with the late actor. Sorry to disappoint.
I came home and told Jason that I have no people. This is a perfect example of why I don't have any friends. Well, I have all of you, and I appreciate all of you, and I do consider you to be my people. But in person, I have no people. People always talk about squeeing over fandom-related items with their friends or going to see interesting movies with their friends. I've never been able to do any of those sorts of things with any friends of mine, unless I've met those friends via the internet, of course. I'm not bitter about it, nor am I upset in any way. I actually find it rather amusing that everyone I meet finds me absolutely puzzling and/or boring.
I am one of these.
P.S. - I might be over the whole Draco/Hermione thing. I read some real stinkers tonight. The lesson of the story is never, ever read fics in a pairing you are unfamiliar with if they were not listed on a fic rec list. Clicking willy-nilly on links will only lead to wasted time and heartache. And not the good kind of heartache.
P.P.S. - Why is it so freakin' cold here? It's supposed to be spring.
