You're Definitely Not Judging Me. Unless...Are You?

Ever wonder if store clerks are judging you by what you buy? They probably don't; it would be hard to really pay attention to that many people when you see so many customers every day. Still, sometimes I'm not so sure.

It could be all in my head, but when I get up to the register there are times I swear the cashier is eyeing me. Yesterday, for example, I placed my items on the conveyor belt at Target and all of sudden started sweating bullets; I bought two very loose-fitting, pajama-type shirts and a pint of Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream. Great. All I could think of was what the cashier could be thinking:

"Is she going through a break-up?"

"Did a family member/pet just die?"

"Has she realized she'll never find love?"

"Will it push her over the edge if I suggest the Two-For-One deal on Kleenex in Aisle 4?"

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm the only person who thinks these things. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe the register-lady never gave me a second thought. Maybe.

Facebook: Social Networking Tool or Cruel Test of Civility?

Today I once again found myself navigating the social minefield that is Facebook. After logging in I was greeted by a Friend request and eight "Other" requests, half of which turned out to be people sending me things through applications I don't have but could easily add if I just allow them to access my personal information. No. I don't want your stupid application. There is no void in my life that can be filled by Graffiti-Bumper Sticker-Flair- Version 3.

Another informed me that I had been "super-hugged" by a friend. What does that mean? Is it figurative? Literal? Did they actually hug me and I missed it? Or are they using a cutesy function of an electronic medium to convince themselves that they have no need to connect with others on a basic human level? Is a Super-Hug different than a regular hug? Does it involve red capes? Phone booths? Leaping tall buildings in a single bound?

The Friend request was also mystifying. I don't really know that person. We're barely even acquaintances. I think we spoke once or twice in junior high. So what's their angle? Do they want to make up? Reconnect? Or do they simply want to increase their number of Facebook "friends"?

sigh Maybe we should all go back to writing letters. Or sending carrier pigeons. I'll bet no one ever Super-Hugged a carrier pigeon.

Oh dear...

So I kind of look like that girl, Mel, from Flight of the Conchords.
(This is Mel. Or me. I'm not sure. =>=>)
I guess I shouldn't be too alarmed, I mean, there are 6 billion people on the planet, so it shouldn't be surprising if I look a teensy bit like another one of them. It would actually be weird, you know, I mean, all those people, if I didn't resemble one of them, because there's really only a limited amount of variation in the global gene pool, so I wouldn't be alarmed if someone on the street mistook me for her. Mistakes happen. I mean, there are times when I think I know someone and then, ha SURPRISE, I don't, cuz it's really just by a person's characteristics that you can actually tell who they are, like their mannerisms and stuff, so it's a good thing that I don't smile a lot or say hi to people or talk too fast about random things when I'm nervous, or, or...

Thank god I grew my hair out.

Seriously?!

OK, seriously, people need to stop calling me "ma'am". It's getting ridiculous. Yesterday I had three different people call me "ma'am", plus one more today- why??!!!!!! 

I'm not even old enough to drink yet, I don't smoke, I don't spend inordinate amounts of time in the sun, if anything, I probably look young for my age, so WHY do people keep calling me "ma'am"?

It's probably because there is a limited number of ways to address young women, but "miss" is fine. I don't think anyone would take offense to "miss". Then again, why say anything? Nobody goes around calling 20 year-old guys "sir".

Another glass ceiling...or something of that sort. 

Ceremonial Inaugural Post

So, um yeah. I didn't really want to make a blog but they made me to set up an account. It's not like I really need another way to waste my time- I already have facebook and an iPod. I think I still have a blog from Creative Writing but I don't remember how to get to it. I wouldn't want anyone to read some of the stuff I put on there anyway. Then again, it's not like anyone's actually going to read this one, so...yeah.