It's amazing to see after many years when people approach you like an old friend, how they toss back their hair and giggle over the past with surprising detail. It may just be me, but their faces and names are simply a dull echo when I am greeted by them. I can never remember what happened, if I liked them or even interested in what they have been up to since our last meeting. But they know! They prattle off a long list of situations, they have your character down to the last detail and who you had associated with all those years ago. It's down right terrifying to know that these people have kept you in mind all this time. However, once they have run over a the glossary of your life the questions begin; Do you have children? Do you have a husband? These questions have always amused me, as if it they were some kind of pro and con list of my worth as a Levinite. When I reply "no" to these types of questions they immediately begin to bore me with their children's names and partners. I can only assume that they are fed and sheltered by the drug money they had received from their latest batch of hybrid weed.
Perhaps I need sensitivity training?
Hey Annah!
ReplyDeleteI saw this book in FNAC yesterday and thought of you :P
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride_and_Prejudice_and_Zombies
Let's face it, it's Levin - most of the Troglodytes there can only measure their self-worth in relation to spawning, anything more complex than spreading and breeding is beyond them...
ReplyDeleteScuza pleesa. I thin you are speaking about Johnsonville, where the Flamenco Guitarist from the ole country leevs not Luvly Levin.
ReplyDeleteWatch out Annah, there's a drunk Mexican on your blog posing as your grandmother...
ReplyDeleteHes not a Mexican hes a Maori!.
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