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| bye bye |
| 07.29.04 (4:33 pm) [edit] |
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Don't you hate it when your sister meets some guy on the internet and decides to marry him and move across the country, taking your nieces with her? I do.
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| Reunited and it feels so good...... |
| 07.28.04 (5:28 pm) [edit] |
A friend of mine from high school called me this week to ask me to go to lunch with another high school friend of ours. I was a little surprised, as I haven't seen either of them in about ten years. That time of my life seems like it happened a hundred years ago. It's not something I really think about now. And there aren't many people I care about keeping in touch with, but I was pretty tight with these girls back in the day so I said "why not".
I was curious about what they would think of me. I've changed a lot since high school. In my opinion, these are positive changes but some might disagree. Even back then, we were different. But now, I wondered if we'd even have anything to talk about.
The one who called me is a very girlie girl. She is a blond Christian school teacher. She has Jennifer Anniston hair, takes her kids to Sunday School, carries a purse with her initial on it, and wears seasonal sweaters. I am an agnostic lesbian psychotherapist. I have tattoos and my hair is dyed black. My kids borrow CD's from me. They don't even know who Moses is.
It was kind of nice. We talked about our jobs and our kids and how we've aged. When the topic turned to relationships, I wondered if they'd already heard that I was gay because they didn't really ask me if I was seeing anyone. Apparently, though, they hadn't. I could tell by the look on their faces when I told them. It was almost funny. It took Ms. Sunshine a moment to grasp what I was saying. To her credit, she recovered quickly and asked some non-intrusive non-offensive questions about it. She seemed okay, although she continued to have that sort of wide-eyed surprised look. Thank God we live in the South where people are taught to be polite to your face and talk trash about you behind your back. Anyway, I just thought if we were going to be friendly, they might as well really know who I am. I'm curious to see whether I'll be invited to lunch again.
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| the girl in the car |
| 07.28.04 (4:51 pm) [edit] |
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Sitting in the passenger seat of the minivan, stopped at a red light, I glanced over at the car next to me. A girl was in the driver's seat. She was alone in the car. She didn't notice me notice her. Blond, slim, attractive. She looked like any other college girl. There was a cup in her hand, and I don't know why I even noticed, but something didn't look right. She wasn't drinking out of the cup. There was a slight hunching movement of her shoulders. It took a minute for me to understand what she was doing. She was vomiting into the cup. No fuss. No mess. Just neatly and discreetly getting rid of her lunch before it was digested. She was so efficient at it, I realized that she must have done this many times. When she finished with that cup, she reached for another empty cup and did the same. This all happened in those few moments before the light turned green, at which point she drove off with the flow of traffic as if nothing had happened. It was repulsive and intriguing and impressive in a twisted sort of way. One of the weirdest things I've ever stumbled upon.
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| The Garbage Lady |
| 07.14.04 (8:56 pm) [edit] |
There is a woman in my hometown named Ms. Romine. Everybody thinks she's crazy, and she is definitely different. I think she is awesome, because her philosophy in life is "fight the man".
For instance, the local city council consists of a few grandiose businessmen (and one woman) who make completely irresponsible decisions regarding the city's finances based on factors such as where they like to play golf. This is a fairly rural area and these guys are totally out of touch with the way most people live here and what the citizens as a whole need. The city council meetings are open to the public and are also televised. Ms. Romine takes this opportunity to raise hell about all the injustices perpetrated by the council. People who raise hell in public places in this town end up in jail. Ms. Romine doesn't care. She continues to show up and speak her mind, whether it really makes sense or not.
But her most infamous act of rebellion is her refusal to let the city leaders dictate what she does with her own property. Apparently, there is a city ordinance requiring that one's yard be free of trash. You should see all the junk she piles up in her yard just to piss them off. She's been arrested for this (and served a jail sentence) more than once. They finally won that one, I guess. She does keep all the trash on her front porch now instead of scattered around the yard. Replacing the trash in the yard are signs that read "vote them all out" (meaning the council members) ,as well as signs that direct insults toward different council members by name.
She hasn't let this small defeat get her down, either. Her car is amazing. They might make her clean her residence but, by God, they won't make her clean her car. There is so much garbage in there that I doubt she can see out the rearview mirror. I don't even think a passenger could ride in there with her. It's packed full. Old coffee cups, napkins, dirty old baby doll parts, thrift store clothes--anything you might find in the junkyard. She also has bumper stickers all over the car, everywhere but on the bumper. Her car can be identified immediately and at quite a distance. I laugh my ass off every time I see it.
Okay, maybe she is a little nuts, but I'd just like to say "Thanks" to Ms. Romine for not being afraid to stand up to the powers that be. A rebel who's probably off her medication but determined to protect her civil rights.
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