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I s'pose it's a good thing I've got my clueless reputation down.
A lot of the time, when I say something stupid, odd, or just plain out there, I'm genuinely clueless. I'm not exactly all there. Which means that whenever I say anything, no one's sure whether how to take it.
Therefore, at home, because everyone's used to me being clueless they wind up ignoring anything I say with possible double meanings. Because Merisa just isn't in tune with the rest of the world. True, but annoying when they try to think on my terms and either wind up waaaaaay off or too close for comfort.
Then my parents looked at the history and found some of my reading. The reading that supposedly made them believe that maybe I wasn't that clueless. They fell into the little black hole of Denial after that, where I was just reading for plot. And then they tuned out my lecture about the failing's of fanfiction and looking for specific character interaction without sex involved.
Happily, they didn't realize that I critiqued more than the plot.
Until yesterday when I told my Mom about an accidental death during a BDSM scene someone sent me an article from about a year ago where they were playing an interesting variation of Hangman. Mom asked me to define BDSM... and I did. She's been pouncing on everything I say ever since.
^______________^ I'm about to start REALLY messing with her mind.
In other news, flu's going around. The baby's sick, and Barbie, and Michael, and Jackson's starting to look ill. Regan was sick a few days ago but I didn't pay much attention. She's a known drama queen with a tendency to think that every sore throat's a sign that she's got strep.
A lot of the time, when I say something stupid, odd, or just plain out there, I'm genuinely clueless. I'm not exactly all there. Which means that whenever I say anything, no one's sure whether how to take it.
Therefore, at home, because everyone's used to me being clueless they wind up ignoring anything I say with possible double meanings. Because Merisa just isn't in tune with the rest of the world. True, but annoying when they try to think on my terms and either wind up waaaaaay off or too close for comfort.
Then my parents looked at the history and found some of my reading. The reading that supposedly made them believe that maybe I wasn't that clueless. They fell into the little black hole of Denial after that, where I was just reading for plot. And then they tuned out my lecture about the failing's of fanfiction and looking for specific character interaction without sex involved.
Happily, they didn't realize that I critiqued more than the plot.
Until yesterday when I told my Mom about an accidental death during a BDSM scene someone sent me an article from about a year ago where they were playing an interesting variation of Hangman. Mom asked me to define BDSM... and I did. She's been pouncing on everything I say ever since.
^______________^ I'm about to start REALLY messing with her mind.
In other news, flu's going around. The baby's sick, and Barbie, and Michael, and Jackson's starting to look ill. Regan was sick a few days ago but I didn't pay much attention. She's a known drama queen with a tendency to think that every sore throat's a sign that she's got strep.