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[rm]

This is the sort of day that would probably be better served by a lack of an entry. Suffice it to say it ended with me leaving a party and having a bucket of water thrown on my head from the rooftop of a neighboring building.

Back when I was all into thinking the world was out to get me based on the sort of ridiculous crap that should end in high school and doesn't, I would try to explain to people that I must smell different, must have some sort of phermones that create this charge.

And then I got over it and got on with my life -- it wasn't that I didn't believe it, and it's not that I do believe it, it's just that it became a lot less interesting than living my life.

So right now I'm feeling very strange and not a little sore -- a bucket of water from six stories up hurts.

In a hopefully unrelated note, a monument is being errected to Topsy the Elephant -- http://www.nytimes.com/2003/07/13/nyregion/13tops.html

Comments

Okay, I can't help but be curious...

[mcsquare.livejournal.com]

How the hell did you come to have a bucket of water thrown down at you?

Re: Okay, I can't help but be curious...

[rm.livejournal.com]

I don't know.
I was walking along and some asshole on a roof though it would be fun.

Re: Okay, I can't help but be curious...

[mcsquare.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was really silly (and stupid) of them.

[00goddess.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't think the world is out to get me, but I do think that I am somehow significantly different from most humans, in a way that they unconsciously perceive. I say "I smell different," but who knows what it really is? In any case, it has caused me to be cast out of packs, and means I have to work hard to seem 'normal' (which is actually necessary in employment situations.) For whatever rason, I seem to think wuite differently than most people.

On the other hand, I also seem to have some other sort of pheromonal thing that makes people love me and want to be nice to me. My kid sister has the same thing. I suppose they balance one another.

[starkyld.livejournal.com]

bucket of water?

that's seriously strange. sorry to hear it.

[anathemadevice.livejournal.com]

where was it? i know there's some woman in the east village who throws out bucketfuls of water when she think the crowd outside of the neighboring bar is too loud. ouch. hopefully today works out better.

[rm.livejournal.com]

It was in Chelsea. And I was walking alone, silently, as my friends had not yet come out of the building behind me.