Twist Ending

[rinue]

In order to graduate this May, I have to take a class on public speaking. Or rather, as the academic community takes great pains to distinguish, COMM 1010, a "communications studies" class which mostly involves making speeches in public. (Take that, you philistines with your nonsensical "meanings are in people, not in words.")

In any case, yesterday's activity involved pairing up with someone we'd never met and guessing a number of things about them solely based on the way they look. Here are some of the things my parnter guessed accurately about me:

1. I drive a Honda Civic
2. My last meal would be anything I could eat with chopsticks.
3. I was listening to jazz just before class.
4. I want to go on vacation to France.
5. If I was going to a costume party today (or rather an rpg), I'd be Peter Pan
6. On the weekends, I wake up at 11:00

I've forgotten the other stuff, but it was impressive. She was dead on 13 out of 15 times. Her only misconceptions were that I wanted to move to Australia (No, although I do think fondly of "The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day,") and that I am a dancer (hey, flattering). Other people would find this eerie and contemplate pressing charges. I say: score another one for the Romie marketing department! Clearly the way I dress and act does accurately present who I am!

As an added bonus, it messed up the lesson the class was supposed to learn -- not to judge by appearances.


Last entry, I posted the result of a personality test that said I was Tyler Durden, but I didn't have time to explain why I was so amused. See, three people, (including my sister and Valancy,) have told me that half the reason they enjoy watching Fight Club is that Tyler reminds them of me.

Speculation on the matter has led me to conclude that I am imaginary, something which has never particularly bothered me. I mean, it makes sense -- I'm not particularly believable as an actual person.



y'know, fuck it. This was going to be a good journal entry, and it was going to be funny, but it's just not happening. I'm too tired, and I've been too tired for at least two weeks. It's getting old.

I don't want to do this anymore. I don't know what "this" is, but I'm sick of it.

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[hipgunslinger.livejournal.com]

would it cheer you up if I told you that I learned the first of the forms (Awakening the Dragon) tonight?
Or... perhaps...
tea?

you know, if you wanted to e-mail me your phone number, I would be delighted to call anytime :)

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm tea. And Rice. Mmmm rice.

I'll e-mail my number forthwith, but for the moment my e-mail is malfunctioning, much like everything else in my life. At least I can play Montesquieu (a card game of my own devising) and watch The Dark Crystal, although neither of these get me closer to e-mailing you.

But they assuage, if only for a moment, the bitter pains of my soul. . . ::looks lofty::

:)

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[hipgunslinger.livejournal.com]

Yes, oft I have been compared to some kind of metaphysical salve or panacea which heals over the wounds of being imaginitive enough to invent your own card game and being stylish enough to own a copy of the dark crystal.
Yes, I can see those pains as being great.
And it's perfectly fine if you don't want to hand over the phone number. It may very well destroy any illusions I've managed to wrack up over the too short a time I've known you.

[tommx.livejournal.com]

how very interesting. i've often felt the same way about being imaginary. the problem i run into is when i try to figure out whose imagination would have created someone like me and i conclude that only my imagination could have done so which would mean i'm a figment of the imagination of someone who doesn't actually exist.

of course, you and i could be figments of each other's imaginations which might explain why we share a brain, but there are certain problems in logic that must be reasoned through to prove that theory.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. Compelling idea, although it is also possible that we were both imagined by the same person or possibly group of persons -- the group of persons theory possibly circumventing the "but who?" question if there is some kind of jungian overmind.

I can't word things properly because I have heartburn. Grrr.

::runs off to eat some rice::

love,
Romie

[tommx.livejournal.com]

i suspect your explanation of us both being imagined by the same person is correct, but i would like to take up issue with that person's idea to imagine us as being so damned far away from one another. grrrr.