The title of this entry is in reference to my life at the moment. Myself, I feel as if I am the very paragon of normalcy. It is no longer me who seems quite so strange, but rather the world around me has gone all bizarre and surreal. Or was it always so? I guess it's relative, huh? If everyone but you is weird, you are weird by default.
Hm, speaking of weird things ... y'know, it's funny. I mean, I think it's pretty clear in reading my diary that my posting went from regular to sporadic some time ago. And yet, I still will periodically get an email saying someone has joined the Passing Strange diary ring.
Thank you for your support :)
On the other hand -- where were all of you back when I was posting regularly, huh? *insert fist shaking emote here*
I kid. That's really the least of the strange things going on of late.
Oh, y'know, I just got insight into something. I'll give y'all the ultra-short version, because at this point the story's like 3 years in the making, and I just don't have that kind of time at the moment. So, I got my current job by this very cool lady who picked out my resume, recommended me to her boss, and ultimately became my psuedo-boss. She was a very cool psuedo-boss, and trained me till we were peers. We became friends, I had a big crush on her, I also became friends with the other managers, another of whom I had something less of a crush on. Um, and a third, who I thought was cute, and didn't have a crush on at all. So, last year the one I had less of a crush on ... well, we had a few ... um, occurences, if you would? Indiscretions? ... anyway, we had those while she was starting a (long distance) relationship with someone else. I figured, 1) Not my responsibility to be the one faithful, if I'm not the one in a relationship, and 2) Long distance relationships don't tend to work out, anyway.
Ah, but despite all that, I must acknowledge that I still didn't "pursue". I just ... followed when invited. So yeah, at some point the one in the relationship and I and the third lady are all hanging out, and unfortunately I'd drank enough that I had a rather hazy memory of the night. Well, of what in my recollection suggested it was probably a slightly relevant part of the night. Somehow, I recalled ... well, y'all will probably be able to relate to my awkwardness after the night. This had never happened to me before in my life, and (as this was almost exactly a year ago) I can say it motivated me to control my alcohol intake rather more responsibly.
I recalled having made out, and having gotten really rather friendly with someone's boobs ... yet, for the life of me, I somehow could not recall who that someone had been. The girl in the developing relationship -- who I'd developed a much stronger crush on after our dalliances -- made the most sense, the only problem was that my oddly very vivid disjointed memory ... did not match what I recalled of her, really.
So, I decided that it must have been the third girl, yet I couldn't get any info out of either of them to help me clarify. So, I decided to do what seemed to me to be the gentlemanly thing to do after an unexpected drunken indiscretion, I asked her out. She seemed very offended by the suggestion, the tone of which left me to believe that it had after all been relationship-girl I'd gotten friendly with, and now it seemed I was just switching between them haphazardly. Which, in all fairness, I apparently was doing. In my defense, I can only say that blacked out sections of memory definitely influenced my behavior.
Anyway, I failed to make it a short story (don't I always?) but the point is that all three of these ladies now apparently think I'm just a big fat oversexed creep. And that's a shame, because I think they're all cool. I gotta tell ya, it's not always so easy being a good looking and charming dude.
(If you missed it, there was a joke in there somewhere. It was easy to miss, I know. Shut up.)
Oh, in other news, my wages have been being garnished for months, and I will be declaring bankruptcy soon. The only issue is that I don't have the money to do that, so I'm still workig on that part.
Happy Holidays, D-landers.