Either i'm a bitch, or just hyper-sensitive at spotting awkward people. Also: how TV stole my brain.
So. Last night, I was thinking about how boring this journal is. I've decided I want to try to do posts of substance, instead of "this is what I did today", "JUDY GARLAND IS RIDICULOUS", and/or "Oh, hi. I'm bored. Here's a survey." I've been reading Carrie Fisher's blog (@ carriefisher.com, if you're interested), and it makes me want to do more with this journal than what's presently being done with it.
I really don't have much to say right now (HAHA), but ursulageorgi told me I should tell my best customer-related stories. It's kind of spawned into something else.
For as long as I can remember, I've loved ridiculous people. This is apparent when it comes to my interests - I mean, I love me some oddballs. But is it wrong that creepy/weird/socially awkward strangers MAKE MY DAY?!
I feel like the so-called "normal" people don't see what I see. I don't think I'm rude, I just think I have some higher sense when it comes to weirdos. I feel like most people I surround myself with have this higher sense, as well. Take yesterday for instance - I had the most amazing run-in with a photo customer, but NO ONE I worked with found it funny at all. When I recanted my story to my mom and friends, it was suddenly the most hilarious tale ever told. I won't go into it here, because I feel like it doesn't transfer the same way in text as it does in speech/actions, but I digress.
The other thing is... I never forget these experiences. The awkward situations I'm involved in somehow always become part of my repertoire, like stories one would tell at a party. I have a flair for exaggeration, but in my head, these awkward experiences are hilarious enough in reality. Sometimes I can hardly wait for the person who caused such amusement to me to disappear before running to someone to tell them what just happened. This sort of thing usually happens at least twice a day. I can't decide if I'm painfully obnoxious, or if I'm just uber-aware of everything happening around me. I'll go with both.
I truly feel like each day of my life is an episode of a television show. With as many classic sitcoms I watched growing up, I probably developed some sort of mental disability. I highly doubt I'll ever be able to return to normalcy. This would probably sound really weird to most people, (except - you guys aren't most people. you guys are just as nuts, if not MORE nuts than I am. admit it!) but pretending my life is an episode of a tv show is a hell of a lot easier than just living life, and just dealing with whatever unfortunate thing is thrown at me. I don't have an exceptionally hard life, but I'm very emotional and sensitive under all of my brashness and insanity, and finding everything hilarious is like natural therapy to me. My life is an episode of Laverne & Shirley, and it is an episode of Designing Women. I have more I Love Lucy moments than I can handle, and I quote Match Game on a daily basis. I'm a dreadful concoction of Laverne DeFazio and Mary Jo Shively, Phyllis Lindstrom AND Rhoda Morgenstern, Lucy Ricardo AND Ethel Mertz; and you could definitely throw in violent dashes of Liz Lemon, Celia Hodes, and Lucille Bluth. I'm sure you can all identify with the fact that this both thrills me and makes me feel like an outcast. But only around certain people. And I mean, fuck them, right?
This is starting to make no sense at all, which is probably why I'll cherish this post forever. I could go on and on and on, but ya'll know me, and most of you have the same train of thought, so you can fill in the blanks as you wish.
So basically, this post all comes down to my philosophy, which I've brilliantly snagged from Carrie Fisher. And that philosophy is: "If my life weren't funny, than it would just be true, and that's unacceptable." Fucking. Brilliant.
Homework time! I want you all to comment this entry telling me of a specific hilarious moment of your life that involved a stranger. If you don't feel like doing that, simply give me a topic for a future entry. Or, do both! Whee!
Also - just an update on my personal life: I'm hopefully going to college in Pennsylvania in the fall, I'm starting a math course this Tuesday, and I'm going to the gym 6 days a week. If you love me, you won't ask about school. HAHAHA.
I really don't have much to say right now (HAHA), but ursulageorgi told me I should tell my best customer-related stories. It's kind of spawned into something else.
For as long as I can remember, I've loved ridiculous people. This is apparent when it comes to my interests - I mean, I love me some oddballs. But is it wrong that creepy/weird/socially awkward strangers MAKE MY DAY?!
I feel like the so-called "normal" people don't see what I see. I don't think I'm rude, I just think I have some higher sense when it comes to weirdos. I feel like most people I surround myself with have this higher sense, as well. Take yesterday for instance - I had the most amazing run-in with a photo customer, but NO ONE I worked with found it funny at all. When I recanted my story to my mom and friends, it was suddenly the most hilarious tale ever told. I won't go into it here, because I feel like it doesn't transfer the same way in text as it does in speech/actions, but I digress.
The other thing is... I never forget these experiences. The awkward situations I'm involved in somehow always become part of my repertoire, like stories one would tell at a party. I have a flair for exaggeration, but in my head, these awkward experiences are hilarious enough in reality. Sometimes I can hardly wait for the person who caused such amusement to me to disappear before running to someone to tell them what just happened. This sort of thing usually happens at least twice a day. I can't decide if I'm painfully obnoxious, or if I'm just uber-aware of everything happening around me. I'll go with both.
I truly feel like each day of my life is an episode of a television show. With as many classic sitcoms I watched growing up, I probably developed some sort of mental disability. I highly doubt I'll ever be able to return to normalcy. This would probably sound really weird to most people, (except - you guys aren't most people. you guys are just as nuts, if not MORE nuts than I am. admit it!) but pretending my life is an episode of a tv show is a hell of a lot easier than just living life, and just dealing with whatever unfortunate thing is thrown at me. I don't have an exceptionally hard life, but I'm very emotional and sensitive under all of my brashness and insanity, and finding everything hilarious is like natural therapy to me. My life is an episode of Laverne & Shirley, and it is an episode of Designing Women. I have more I Love Lucy moments than I can handle, and I quote Match Game on a daily basis. I'm a dreadful concoction of Laverne DeFazio and Mary Jo Shively, Phyllis Lindstrom AND Rhoda Morgenstern, Lucy Ricardo AND Ethel Mertz; and you could definitely throw in violent dashes of Liz Lemon, Celia Hodes, and Lucille Bluth. I'm sure you can all identify with the fact that this both thrills me and makes me feel like an outcast. But only around certain people. And I mean, fuck them, right?
This is starting to make no sense at all, which is probably why I'll cherish this post forever. I could go on and on and on, but ya'll know me, and most of you have the same train of thought, so you can fill in the blanks as you wish.
So basically, this post all comes down to my philosophy, which I've brilliantly snagged from Carrie Fisher. And that philosophy is: "If my life weren't funny, than it would just be true, and that's unacceptable." Fucking. Brilliant.
Homework time! I want you all to comment this entry telling me of a specific hilarious moment of your life that involved a stranger. If you don't feel like doing that, simply give me a topic for a future entry. Or, do both! Whee!
Also - just an update on my personal life: I'm hopefully going to college in Pennsylvania in the fall, I'm starting a math course this Tuesday, and I'm going to the gym 6 days a week. If you love me, you won't ask about school. HAHAHA.