Overheard (2)

We were watching “A Charlie Brown Christmas”.  Lucy was preaching indignantly to Charlie Brown at rehearsal. 

Her words running together, her hands on her hips.  Saying something like, ”I can’t believe you’d do that to me you blockhead you’re going to ruin the Christmas play what are you thinking you don’t realize that I am the sun and the world revolves around me and you’re just a bald nobody with a stupid yellow shirt and nothing to live for but to serve and honor girls like me!”

My friend said, “She’s the reason why so many women are fucked up.  Lucy.  They learn everything from her. Early in life.”

I looked at him.

“Not you, though.”


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THE WAY I GOT

I’ve been called intelligent, strong, an idiot, annoying, entertaining, obnoxious, kind, crazy, hilarious, a sociopath, a narcissist, beautiful, ugly, hideous, insensitive, a robot, intense, an insitgator, a mediator, logical, friendless, undateable, hot, creative, retarded, professional, leggy, fat, skinny, short, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, brunette, crass, vulgar, classy, crude, rude, inconsiderate, socially unacceptable, socially adept, talented, skilled, curious, and ridiculous.

I’ve also been told I have presence.  And horse teeth.  And that I’m “too much”.  Often.

I have no idea what the truth is.