I am horribly obtuse. So obtuse that it takes some sort of preternaturally astute sense of humor mixed with a keen insight into the absurd and the dry.
Basically, you have to be a special kind of mind fucked to appreciate what I have to say.
SURE... I can be okay with just about any group of people. But that feels the same way I feel when I'm hanging out with my extended family. Show them what they want, act interested, act *delighted* ... and they'll be okay.
Actually let out what you *want* to say .. (except around my mom and my aunt linda.. but she's insane), like at my sisters wedding when I started talking about the tradition of the heeva hava and how in Lapp societies, women are heeva havas and they castrate their reindeer with their teeth... and everyone's face fell and they stared.
My aunt was FASCINATED. She wanted to know more. She wanted to speculate. She wanted to make up what she didn't know. She was, in short, excellent.
My mom blushed and laughed at me and Linda.
She was excellent as well.
Everyone else went on talking about politics ("and how that Clinton was just HORRIBLE") and race relations ("we thought we were in a nice neighborhood.. but we've got a black on one side and puerto rican across the street, so I think it's time to look again :::sigh:::") and all the other things that interest them ("what kinda car ya driving now?")
So.. in short... it's a rare person that gets and ENJOYS my sense of humor.
Chad's one of them. And there are others but if I start listing you, and I leave one of you off, I'll get bitched at....
I'm a strange girl.
I really am. That's a good thing. It implies uniqueness. I just sometimes wish there were more people who were unique in *my* way.