A New Low
Now, let me say something.
I harbor my fair share of dillusions about my social status. While realizing that particular brand of candor is fairly off-beat and pungent, a little like that sweet sweet powder they coat the chicken fritters in at gateway, I still feel that others appreciate my presence, and that I generally cause feelings of joy, hillarity, or at least bemusement when amongst my peers, also, quite a bit like Gateway's chicken fritters.
But on consideration of the facts, I've been shaken to my core.
I can understand blowing someone off to play a roleplaying game. Hell, I'm sure I've done that once or twice, forgotten it, and scratched the offended party (pun intended) out of my little black book (less of a booty lexicon, more of a grimiore of geriatric jazz musicians and family friends).
Still, to be bailed on because you were too busy watching a game from the sidelines to come visit me?
Frankly, I'm a little hurt.
But maybe that's just my shaggy mop scratching my sunburn.
I harbor my fair share of dillusions about my social status. While realizing that particular brand of candor is fairly off-beat and pungent, a little like that sweet sweet powder they coat the chicken fritters in at gateway, I still feel that others appreciate my presence, and that I generally cause feelings of joy, hillarity, or at least bemusement when amongst my peers, also, quite a bit like Gateway's chicken fritters.
But on consideration of the facts, I've been shaken to my core.
I can understand blowing someone off to play a roleplaying game. Hell, I'm sure I've done that once or twice, forgotten it, and scratched the offended party (pun intended) out of my little black book (less of a booty lexicon, more of a grimiore of geriatric jazz musicians and family friends).
Still, to be bailed on because you were too busy watching a game from the sidelines to come visit me?
Frankly, I'm a little hurt.
But maybe that's just my shaggy mop scratching my sunburn.