Monthly Archives: February 2014

An Introvert’s Life Among The Extroverts: A Dramatization…A funny account of my social skills

An Introvert’s Life Among The Extroverts: A Dramatization.

A funny account of my social skills…

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New year’s prosecution

My AM anti-cholesterol struggle:
Whole cooked oatmeal with raisins, honey & a bit of milk – large portion
1 avocado
Extra small Coffee 

My PM auntie-cholesterol splurge:
Homemade fruit smoothie – for the vitamins
Small A&W French fries – oh God, why?
Small, mushy A&W crispy chicken sandwich – oh my God, stop!
You’ll have to figure out the rest…

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Insomnia

The daytime conflicts kindle the mind
The flicker of doubt lingers on in the night
And even though the bedroom is blind
Sleeplessness wins the fight…
The cycle of rest goes into rewind
Body and soul feeling the plight
And when dawn peaks from behind
It is so difficult to face the light!

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Found a flight at a fantastic price…Is this NORMAL customer service?

Have been on the phone for ONE hour waiting for a SATA representative to give me information about a CAT flight; my fur is standing on end, my tail is upright like a sword, my ears are flattened backward, my jaws are wide open and ferociously expose every single one of my jagged teeth…I growl as the rage within me escapes through my every pore…viscous, frothy saliva drips onto my lower lip as the blaze from my eyes scorches everything in the vicinity like a dragon’s breath of fire…could this be a sign of RAGE?

Waited for 3 HOURS on the phone…is this NORMAL customer service?

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Stuff Europeans Do #2 – The Black Widow

Stuff Europeans Do #2 – The Black Widow. I wonder if this is a Portuguese widow – sure looks like one!

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The bullies; forty years later

It must have been around the mid 70’s! She was a shy teenager; new at that High School in Windsor! Geography class was more like a zoo than anything else; the meek male teacher simply couldn’t handle all those wild animals!

One morning, when class was starting, a bunch of guys was standing around and paying absolutely no attention to the emaciated teacher who tried to get everyone to sit down. Two of the guys were twin brothers who went around from pupil to pupil asking, “How many grams?” The shy new student couldn’t believe her ears, “could they actually be taking drug orders?”, she thought to  herself.

This savage behaviour persisted while the teacher tried to do his duty.

The twins were short, skinny and ratty looking teens who thought they were IT, especially the one who called himself Moose! As the “How many grams? “ritual proceeded, Moose picked on the shy teenager…she gathered all her courage and said, “shut up mouse!”

Moose just swallowed his pride and responded, “the name’s Moose!”, while the other kids cracked up!

The shy student was so proud of herself for having stood up to that little conceited brat that she still brags about it forty years later!

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Talking at the library

I know it’s not the best thing to do, but in the library where I am everyone is talking!

I sat at the middle table, because I couldn’t get internet at one of the desks, and received a phone call. I answered and responded occasionally to the caller…then Mr. Asshole arrived with his partner and went to the computer in front of me (about 3 meters away) I noticed him staring at me several times and he certainly wasn’t trying to pick me up, so I realized he was being disturbed by my voice (I tried to talk low, but maybe  I suffer from hyperdecibellia)…

One meter to his left were 2 youngsters constantly talking, this didn’t bother him, they’re kids so the noise is innocuous! To my left, about 7 meters from HIM was a father with a young child – all kinds of noise…

From the front desk all conversations were audible where I sat and he heard them just as well as me, but he had to come over and TELL me to stop with the Skype or whatever I was doing!

He really made me sick! I told him I was talking low and he must have noticed my scared look of when I’m being confronted…

I still think he was an ASSHOLE and feel like making this story visible to him…

Had I been young and beautiful would the jerk have told me to be quiet?

He really made me sick! I hope he gets erectile dysfunction right away!

When I was ready to leave the library I chatted with the librarian and he confirmed what I wasnt 100% certain about; we are allowed to speak on the cell phone in the library as long as we aren`t being LOUD.

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