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Still smarting (off)

Posted by on July 16, 2007

I went to a party for gay black people on Friday night. Everyone was so nice to me, but I still felt like a sore thumb.

(Willow: But do they really? Stick out? I mean, have you ever seen a thumb and thought, “Whoa, that baby is sore”?

Xander: You have too many thoughts.)

Later on I called the Moms to tell her of my evening’s adventures, as I like to do whenever I have adventures of any kind, and to describe my stick-outy feelings.

“Then you might want to consider taking assignments that are more in your comfort zone,” she said tactfully, all the while thinking to herself, My God, I gave birth to a sore thumb.

“My comfort zone sort of ends with my apartment walls, though,” I said.

Also, I spent the hour before the party trying to rewrite Hamlet using only palindromes, so I dunno. I don’t think I’m the sort who will ever be comfortable with any people.

Act I, Scene 2:

Claudius: So sad?

Hamlet: Da.

Gertrude: S.O.S.!

Hamlet (sarcastically): Mom. “Dad.”

Exit Hamlet

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