Uh, yeah? Your'e a towel.

I suck at small talk. I mean, I really suck at small talk. I really, REALLY suck at small talk. 

The following is just one example. 

Random Person Whose Name is Unimportant - "How's life?"

Me (Cheerfully) - "Subject to entropy, chaos, decay and eventual death. How's your mom?"

Random Person Whose Name is Unimportant - "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

And this is my life. Imagine that normal is a level line. You know the line... when you fill a cup with water, the water automatically makes a level line due to surface tension and gravity. That's normal. 

This is me.

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As you can PLAINLY see, my level line is not the same as yours. Well... that may not be true. There is about a 99.5% chance that my level line is not the same as yours. 

The previous conversation is just one example. There are many more.

As a misanthrope, I spend a great deal of time at home. I don't like going out in public because there are a great number of people out there. And as the term misanthrope implies (Okay - misanthrope outright says it.), I don't really like people. 

That and going out amongst people typically requires pants. And, I have stated previously, pants are evil. This is a fact.

Recently, I went to the industry (and by industry, I mean film) holiday party. I had to use the bathroom. I sat down in the stall to do my... business. After a minute or so, another guy came in. He went into the stall next to mine. After a minute, he talked to me.

Now... to me, this was weird, but I was raised right. If you are addressed, it is polite to respond.

Guy: Hey, man.

Me: Um... hi?

Guy: How are you doing?

Me: I'm... fine?

Guy: Whatcha doin?

Me: Ummmm... That should be obvious.

Guy: Listen, Frank. I'm gonna let you go. The guy in the stall next to me keeps responding.

Is it me? Or rather, was it me? I'll say it again... I was raised right. I don't want to hear you doing your business, so I'm not going to talk to you on the phone while I am in the bathroom. Not only is it rude, but you don't need to hear the magical music that my butt makes. (For the record, my butt, like Detroit, is a wondrous place. Wait... that's not right.) 

Weird conversations abound in my life. 

Customer: How can I connect two computers... like with LAN, but without cables or a router.

Tech 1: You could use a USB cable... there are some programs that will let you do that.

Me: Have you tried glue?

- Or - 

On the bus a woman in high heels steps on my foot. She looks down at me and says, "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?

I can't help myself... "Not at all. I'm on a local anisthetic."

- Or - 

"Hey! You look great! Did you get a haircut?"

"Nope, it's fall! I'm shedding my winter coat. Thank you for the compliment though."

- or -

"Why is your hair blue?"

"Because pink si a summer color, duh!"

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I guess my point is that I see things in a different light and I'm about 5 degrees off cool. And for a misanthrope, I am damn friendly. 

I have no idea where this was going, so I'll just say good night.