Which Reminds Me

At times I think I hear Sharon Deras Turner yapping in the background like the dog that she is. Sharon was so horribly ugly that she had to go overseas to find a husband who would tolerate her hideous face and gratingly obnoxious personality, that is how ugly she is and also hard-nosed obnoxious Midwestern prairie dog who complains about every little thing. If you can't be pretty, get attention by being mean and nasty and contrarian. That is how those ugly Midwestern prairie dogs work to set themselves apart from ordinary mortals. She often complained in El Salvador of the way my Dad is always full of little things that he memorized somewhere, like, "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper..." or some other handy quotation or something that maybe doesn't always fit the particular circumstance but at least fills conversational space whenever it is apparently necessary to talk and seem cordial and friendly to everyone on the planet. Sharon finds these things irritatingly trite and conventional and apparently feels no need for herself to appear cordial or nice in any way, nor does she need to borrow the words of other people. In fact, so original and unique is she in thought pattern as compared to the rest of us that she probably has perfected the unique shrieking yodel of the head-hunting backstabber. Ok, so if Sharon wants to be mean and nasty, why should I continue pretending to be nice and friendly. Let's make that a two-way street. Of course, that was the whole point in the first place, to make me the enemy so that I can be stomped upon and crushed into dirt. So I can't really win this game. It's just the system.