This is part of our conversation last night. To give you a back-story, I was freaking out about something and then trying to figure out if I was overreacting, with the help of Mr. C of course because he’s just lucky like that.
Me: Do you think I'm weird? Do you think I'm dumb? Do you think I'm lame? (All said super fast, so fast that it slurred together – and no, not slurred because I was drinking)
Mr. C : Wow, one question at a time.
Me: Am I weird?
Mr. C: Yes, but you're always weird. I knew that when I married you.
Me: Hmmm.....ok yeah. (I figured there was more ammo to be used to prove this theory than to argue against it so I figured this must be true)
Me: Am I dumb?
Silence….. (I later found out that the silence was due to Mr. C being in the middle of a drink. That's what he says anyhow....)
Mr. C : (Sigh) No.
Me: Am I lame?
Mr. C: No.
Me: K, thanks for clearing that up. I’m okay now.
These are the types of discussions that occur between two grad students. I thought grad students sat around and talked about the theory of relativity or politics or global warming..... I wonder if I should be concerned about us?
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