Wednesday, November 28, 2007

nothing says crazy like relating to a serial killer

Bought a rug. Thought it'd go downstairs. Got it home. Peter said "Let's put it at the top of the stairs." We did. Looks perfect. Thanks Mom and Dad!

Dexter is kind of blowing my mind. He acts just like everyone else acts only he thinks too hard about it. We're all faking it--pretending to enjoy various social interactions, socializing at work not because it's enjoyable but because it's expected, not acknowledging how alone we all feel--but Dexter thinks about his emptiness and separateness and there's something about that I like. Not to sound like a complete sociopath, but I can relate to him on some level. I'm an overthinker, overanalyzer, and all around introvert in an extrovert's clothing. I do like people and have some bizarre ability to attract people. Christina used to call it something...I chalk it up to being a good listener and decent conversationalist. I can quickly find myself in the middle of a conversation with someone I don't really know that well and they're unburdening themselves to me. I also have the added bonus of working a customer service job that requires I make conversation and smile a lot without really having to mean it. I'm faking it. All of this-the strangers telling me their life stories, the patrons I have to be nice to because I'm paid to do so--makes me feel Dexteresque.

Tonight I'm at work. Tomorrow I'm at work. Friday I'm at work though I'm contemplating asking for the day off as I have an awful lot to do downstairs before I'm technically supposed to be out of there and I could in theory complete all tasks if I don't sleep much and skip a dinner party Friday night which I don't really feel like going to anyway, but feel obligated to do so. Plus I still need to recaulk that teeny tiny hole that appeared in the tub, scrub that entire room down, buy a new shower curtain and rings and somehow come up with a brilliant solution to the obvious lack of bathroom storage space problem. And the downstairs room needs to be vacuumed and swept and mopped and an airconditioner needs to find a new home and some holes need to be dealt with and I'm still in need of a rug for that room and the desk needs to be moved. And then my old apartment needs to be completely cleaned.

Yeah I'm going to go see about that Friday off thing right now.

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