Mar 302006
To the woman I rode up with on the elevator today: I’m sure you’re a great person, but it really wasn’t necessary to speak to me like I’m a lobotomized toddler. It’s people like you that make me think I should, before every social interaction with a stranger, hand him or her a business card that says, “I’m a 32-year-old man with an attorney’s license, a full-time job, and a violent distaste for condescension.” It’s people like you that can make life so damn exhausting sometimes because 90% percent of the population sees me the same way you do. It’s people like you that make me want to buy an island somewhere and invite all my gimpy friends to live there with me so I don’t have to prove myself to anyone ever again.
But my nurse thought you were hot, so I guess you have that going for you.
Will you invite a select few non-gimps-at-least-for-now to your island? The mainland just wouldn’t be much fun without you…
Word.