And most days I pass for a normal, well-adjusted human-type person.
Saturday afternoon I went over to Marc's, and after an unexpected nap on his couch, I roused myself enough to accompany him on a variation of our standard walk around his neighborhood, with the ultimate goal of finding somewhere to eat. I'd forgotten to bring a jacket, so Marc kindly lent me one of his. Here's an approximation of our conversation on the topic.
Marc: *hands me a hip-length khaki jacket with a simple slit pocket across the left breast* How's this?
hiyacynth: Ack! *reflexively withdraws hand* Why would you offer me the Death Jacket?!
Marc: It's not a… death jacket.
hiyacynth: Not a death jacket. The Death Jacket.
Marc: …
hiyacynth: No, because it's just like the jacket Sam was wearing when he was stabbed to death. And then the next season, he kept wearing it, even though, by rights, it should have had a big, bloody hole in the back from where he was stabbed to death.
Marc: o_O
hiyacynth: And died. So we call it the Death Jacket. Because even if it didn't have a big stabby hole in the back, why would you ever want to wear the jacket you died in again?
Marc: I don't know how to talk to you when you're like this.
hiyacynth: Don't worry. *lies like a dog* It'll wear off by November. I'm just overstimulated from having my pretend boyfriends back. From the dead. Again. *examines jacket more closely and with relief* Oh, this is really more of a blazer than a jacket. Ready?
Marc: If you say so.
And yet he still went out in public with me--several times, even--as if I were a normal human being. Though I noticed that he didn't invite me over to his parents' for dinner last night. Hmm.
Marc: *hands me a hip-length khaki jacket with a simple slit pocket across the left breast* How's this?
hiyacynth: Ack! *reflexively withdraws hand* Why would you offer me the Death Jacket?!
Marc: It's not a… death jacket.
hiyacynth: Not a death jacket. The Death Jacket.
Marc: …
hiyacynth: No, because it's just like the jacket Sam was wearing when he was stabbed to death. And then the next season, he kept wearing it, even though, by rights, it should have had a big, bloody hole in the back from where he was stabbed to death.
Marc: o_O
hiyacynth: And died. So we call it the Death Jacket. Because even if it didn't have a big stabby hole in the back, why would you ever want to wear the jacket you died in again?
Marc: I don't know how to talk to you when you're like this.
hiyacynth: Don't worry. *lies like a dog* It'll wear off by November. I'm just overstimulated from having my pretend boyfriends back. From the dead. Again. *examines jacket more closely and with relief* Oh, this is really more of a blazer than a jacket. Ready?
Marc: If you say so.
And yet he still went out in public with me--several times, even--as if I were a normal human being. Though I noticed that he didn't invite me over to his parents' for dinner last night. Hmm.