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I complained that there was no snow, and I got a snow-storm. But, at the very least, the world is white again. Snow is a marvel, it makes the ugliest of things astounding.

And, apropos, how did I land the role of demi-psychiatrist at parties? Is there something about me that invites people to relate how tear-stainedly miserable they are? I know that I have a talent of sorts for pretending to listen, but I cannot possibly look inviting whem I'm drunk and dancing around, or laughing, bedraggledly, on the floor. In the past week I have had two people confess the most bizarre things to me, completely un-asked for. It is not so much that I mind, but that I am astounded, and curious. Why on earth do people tell me these things? And why will no one discuss literature with me when they are drunk, instead? Why me, and why when I really do not know you?
Perhaps the universe is making obscene hints, or just trying to tell me that languages and social science is not the education I should be looking at, at all. Perhaps I should just get a card saying "Alex - Wannabe intellectual and party psychiatrist. Especially fond of bad discussions".

The interim between the two world wars is particularly boring today, too. I would much rather be reading the introductory essay to Julius Caesar.

Date: 2008-02-03 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leskedrikk.livejournal.com
Awww, I understand how you feel. Sometimes I get that part too. :P But I just love talking to you because you just calm me down somehow.

Date: 2008-02-04 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nirinia.livejournal.com
Perhaps that is it, I am a calming presence? Naaw, can't be. I am much too "all over the place" to be calming, I am simply too excitiable. Too hysteric.

Date: 2008-02-03 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kriwik.livejournal.com
I completly know how you feel, Darling (and I'm too focking tired to care about my writing right now). I've been both. Sadly, on friday I was the one in need of comfort, given to me by you-know-who. Fock. But, every party needs a psychiatrist.

Date: 2008-02-04 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nirinia.livejournal.com
You needed it, Darling. And he was a fun psychiatrist, and did a better job than I with my patient. Every party does indeed need a psychiatrist.

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