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Friends.
Humans need them, apparently.
They make sitcoms about having them. The sitcoms aren't really that funny. But it was when I was watching Joey and Chandler, who despite the fact that he has poor luck with women is the more attractive of the two, play some dumb sport involving tiny little men hitting a ball back and forth into a hole (I think there's a sex metaphor in there) that I got this irritating pang.
Loneliness, I think it was. It's a useless feeling. I don't understand why mortals were built this way, with these annoying little emotions that course through their bodies causing nothing but hurt. But I'm just another lame mortal now, and I realized that I'd like to have some. Friends, I mean. I tried to push the thought out of my mind for a week. I don't get along well with most other humans. I noted this in the store the other day when I was picking up some underwear. There were two lines next to each other and I stood in between them so that I could get into whichever line would let me first. And some other woman called me selfish. Aren't we all selfish? I told her my point of view and told her that perhaps it was selfish that she was breathing in my air and therefore shortening my life due to the inevitable destruction of the world caused by pollution, but she didn't seem to care. Or maybe she didn't get my point. It's weird that I'm one of their species but we don't get along. You'd think that at least having that in common would be some help. But mortals are fickle creatures.
Rachel, one of the more annoying ones, was saying something about shopping. That was when it hit me. She reminded me a lot of Cordelia. In the sense that they were both a little vain and kind of ditzy. Cordelia wasn't as irritating though. I got along with Cordelia. And she was in L.A. Sure, she has something against me after that whole alternate universe deal, but really, I was just doing my job. Can't people understand that? Humans hold grudges too much. Maybe we could be "friends." I didn't mind her company all that much before.
After a short walk, I reached the apartment complex that she'd mentioned living in. It was in a lot of disrepair. I thought she was rich. Oh well. I looked on the mail box thingy that told me her room number and headed up to knock on the door. I wish I had her phone number. It would have made more sense to call first. That's the polite thing to do, isn't it? I'm pretty sure that it is.
Humans need them, apparently.
They make sitcoms about having them. The sitcoms aren't really that funny. But it was when I was watching Joey and Chandler, who despite the fact that he has poor luck with women is the more attractive of the two, play some dumb sport involving tiny little men hitting a ball back and forth into a hole (I think there's a sex metaphor in there) that I got this irritating pang.
Loneliness, I think it was. It's a useless feeling. I don't understand why mortals were built this way, with these annoying little emotions that course through their bodies causing nothing but hurt. But I'm just another lame mortal now, and I realized that I'd like to have some. Friends, I mean. I tried to push the thought out of my mind for a week. I don't get along well with most other humans. I noted this in the store the other day when I was picking up some underwear. There were two lines next to each other and I stood in between them so that I could get into whichever line would let me first. And some other woman called me selfish. Aren't we all selfish? I told her my point of view and told her that perhaps it was selfish that she was breathing in my air and therefore shortening my life due to the inevitable destruction of the world caused by pollution, but she didn't seem to care. Or maybe she didn't get my point. It's weird that I'm one of their species but we don't get along. You'd think that at least having that in common would be some help. But mortals are fickle creatures.
Rachel, one of the more annoying ones, was saying something about shopping. That was when it hit me. She reminded me a lot of Cordelia. In the sense that they were both a little vain and kind of ditzy. Cordelia wasn't as irritating though. I got along with Cordelia. And she was in L.A. Sure, she has something against me after that whole alternate universe deal, but really, I was just doing my job. Can't people understand that? Humans hold grudges too much. Maybe we could be "friends." I didn't mind her company all that much before.
After a short walk, I reached the apartment complex that she'd mentioned living in. It was in a lot of disrepair. I thought she was rich. Oh well. I looked on the mail box thingy that told me her room number and headed up to knock on the door. I wish I had her phone number. It would have made more sense to call first. That's the polite thing to do, isn't it? I'm pretty sure that it is.