And Now, My Brain is Effervescing
Jul. 8th, 2001 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueI was late to church because I lost my car keys. I searched the house up and down, including the disposal and the attic, before realizing they were hiding in my pocket all along. Crafty of them.
This sort of thing has been happening to me a lot lately. Stretch calls it "absentminded professor syndrome." She says that my inner life is so rich right now that I can't be expected to keep up with anything outside my own head. She also says that this is why I am so dismissive of my friends at present. I need to lock myself into my room and stop speaking to anyone other than the people I can use as sounding boards.
(Tragically, Valancy is not one of these people. We're good collaborators and fully respect each other's work, but she has never been any help to me when working on something of my own. Our views of the world are far too different.)
You have to respect Stretch, even if she is crazy. She's James Madison - you show up to borrow a cup of sugar, and she tells you you're going to work with her to reform City Hall. When you agree to do so, she falls mysteriously ill and lays abed for several days until the whole thing passes. During this time, she is very cranky and will only listen to her Chinese herbalist.
You can't really blame her, though. She grew up in a religious cult in Montana, (to which the rest of her family still belongs). For ease of explanation, I'm going to say they were Amish, but they're actually less friendly to outsiders and don't mind owning cars and radios. She ran off and went to school in California, got a masters in poetry, lived in Paris for a few years, and became a Tibetan Buddhist who kills roaches. Now she lives in sin with my Uncle Rex, who is wildly eccentric and 20 years older than her.
They're getting married next Wednesday by a Justice of the Peace; they're about to go visit Stretch's family and thought it would be a nice gesture, as they've been commonlaw for, oh, 4 years? 5? I've been asked to be a witness, seeing as I live with them. I've asked if I can be witless instead and watch the entire affair with my tongue hanging out and my shoulders slumped.
Following the ceremony, we shall go to the zoo.
This sort of thing has been happening to me a lot lately. Stretch calls it "absentminded professor syndrome." She says that my inner life is so rich right now that I can't be expected to keep up with anything outside my own head. She also says that this is why I am so dismissive of my friends at present. I need to lock myself into my room and stop speaking to anyone other than the people I can use as sounding boards.
(Tragically, Valancy is not one of these people. We're good collaborators and fully respect each other's work, but she has never been any help to me when working on something of my own. Our views of the world are far too different.)
You have to respect Stretch, even if she is crazy. She's James Madison - you show up to borrow a cup of sugar, and she tells you you're going to work with her to reform City Hall. When you agree to do so, she falls mysteriously ill and lays abed for several days until the whole thing passes. During this time, she is very cranky and will only listen to her Chinese herbalist.
You can't really blame her, though. She grew up in a religious cult in Montana, (to which the rest of her family still belongs). For ease of explanation, I'm going to say they were Amish, but they're actually less friendly to outsiders and don't mind owning cars and radios. She ran off and went to school in California, got a masters in poetry, lived in Paris for a few years, and became a Tibetan Buddhist who kills roaches. Now she lives in sin with my Uncle Rex, who is wildly eccentric and 20 years older than her.
They're getting married next Wednesday by a Justice of the Peace; they're about to go visit Stretch's family and thought it would be a nice gesture, as they've been commonlaw for, oh, 4 years? 5? I've been asked to be a witness, seeing as I live with them. I've asked if I can be witless instead and watch the entire affair with my tongue hanging out and my shoulders slumped.
Following the ceremony, we shall go to the zoo.
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Date: 2001-07-08 01:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2001-07-08 05:42 pm (UTC)*laughs* just kidding. you know i'm kidding right? of course i'm not one of those scary stalker types, romie dahhling.... *goes off in hysterical fits of maniacal laughter.
Not One of Those Scary Stalker Types
Date: 2001-07-08 07:03 pm (UTC)