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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

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[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.