The only time I find being different backfires on me is when I actually need to be taken seriously. My usual example is shopping. Do you think for the sodding life of me I can get served in the men’s wear section of major department stores? One of the unfortunate requirements of working for a corporate is that I need to buy suits and business shirts. For this I buy some suits second hand from op-shops but every now and again I have to go and buy from a department store. So I set foot in David Jones or Grace Bros/Myers and go to the men’s business attire section. And then I stand and wait. And wait. And wait. Sometimes I wait near the counter or actually leaning on the counter as several sales stuff wander around or gossip on the phone. Or my repeated requests for attention are answered with “Just a moment sir – I’ll be right with you” – when I’m the only fucking customer in the area and there are three staff just sodding hanging around. Happens all the time and it fucking shits me!
Powering through lots of sites at Zeal. I found a sort of sad and sort of weird couple of sites whilst cataloging some online diaries. A former couple who had a bad breakup and had both started diaries – initially without either knowing they had started diaries. It was kind of sad, like you were peering over their shoulders as they performed an often painful autopsy on their relationship and their lives. Each responding to different incidents and with different focuses. It amazes me what people will commit to the Internet and for the purusal of complete strangers. Hmm sometimes I resemble that remark.
Listening to: the scramble of the cats and The Cure. Listening to a lot of The Cure lately. Starting to feel all go-fic or something. *lol*
