Huh. That's interesting, but you'd never believe what happened to me yesterday. Erik and I were walking down the street when...
Oh, shit, sorry.
None of the googlers out there were searching for 'twirling pussies'?-- I'm amazed. People just don't have any imagination any more.
No wonder so many of us (I'm including myself amongst the growing number of people with self-referential disorder) tune out the rest of the world-- they just want us for our toerings, thank you letters and huge deviant breasts. I don't know. I definitely find myself trying desperately in conversation to fit any and all information (much like a square peg) into the round hole of self-application. Sorry, Tian, this has nothing to do with you-- I'll go work this out on my own--^sigh^
That sounds pretty familiar. I don't think you have anything to worry about. You would if, say, you were the person who, upon hearing that her friend was diagnosed with leukemia says "oh, i was once tested for that." True story. I think Nabakov would probably call that Self-Absorbed Heartless Bitch Disorder though.
At dinner on June 5th...
Me to Cate: I bought some tomato plants at the farmer's market and I'm going to plant them!
Cate to Me: Did you see my blog post about that?
Juliet: I won't deny it! And then we never did talk about the plants. Did you plant them???
Elnie: Holy shit. There's actually a cure for Self-Absorbed Heartless Bitch Disorder. It's that age old medical method called a punch in the face.
Mike: I have to say, you do an excellent job battling your own SRD. I didn't notice your trying to redirect all the convo on the ride home from the OC to yourself. Unless female pooches and incredible feats of self-pleasuring all relate directly to you....
Amy: Amazing that we manage to enjoy one another's company at all, huh?
Commenting by HaloScan
