and therefore they annoy me:
Bikes
Especially when they almost castrate you.
U-Lock Bike Locks
Especially when I can't fricking lock them without a 10 minute struggle.
Names
Especially since I forget nearly everyone's name. And I don't exaggerate. I've nearly called pretty much everyone I know the wrong name. There's always a moment of doubt, no matter how long I've known you. Even if it's for a split second, my brain is conflicted.
It's as if there were two people inside my brain. One is over-eager, loud, and mistaken. This one shouts out several different names pretty rapidly. And then there's the part of my brain that knows what the hell he's doing, but he's shy, so I don't quite hear him as well.
(warning... James' overarching generalization that makes no sense coming in 3...2...)
It would be so much easier if we were all just named "You" or something like that.
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I spent most of last night contemplating the repercussions of naming everyone "you" and realized that could make talking about somebody behind their backs very difficult. What if instead of being named "you" we were named something based on our obvious physical appearance. So you would be "curly haired boy with bizarre humor" and I could be "tall and devilishly handsome blond"
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