Which Reminds Me

Does make you wonder whose idea it was to promote that dreary Santiago family to the level of missionary, a profession that, if pursued as a full-time career, nowadays requires some serious Bible study. A short missions trip is a great experience for young people but a serious missionary career is a much different thing. I was in college with the Santiago girls and yet never spent much time with them. They chirp like magpies aiming to hog the limelight and yet sometimes I think they just want to get free stuff from white people like me just because I happen to be someone they remember from college because otherwise they don't seem to have any actual notion of getting along with the rest of us. They only care about dominating us and wiping us off the map by jumping to various conclusions unsubstantiated by any facts whatever. I think that what facts are going through my head, or rather not available to my head at the time, is another important factor in establishing the fact that I really don't deserve this ridiculously heavy guilt trip. There is a limit to how much excessive guilt trip I can handle and my limit on that has long since expired.

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I find many of these allusions to "Little Orphan Annie" basically not very interesting. The story of Mary Alice Smith has already been overdone in popular culture to such a degree that, really, who cares? I really have nothing to add to that. I am much too old already to audition for a child role, and in real life actually I do have parents and a place to stay home, at least for now. So I am insulted to review basically false employment offers of no substance on the table.

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I never really knew the Cranfords, which doesn't mean that I ever knew Beverley's family either. I am not interested in discussing their problems with the world when I really don't know the half of it.

Which Reminds Me

I am suddenly reminded of something that happened at work a few years ago, where someone was talking about the case of Monica Crowley. I don't remember much about that. This bogus effort to attach me to Monica has got to stop. I may pity Monica but I never knew anything beyond the usual office chatter, if any, at the sort of average, sort of dingy workplace. I feel no overwhelming need to prove to you that I am not a deaf mute by taking that bait. Rather, I will need to wait until you hang yourself with your own bait.

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Someone is continually trying to remind me of something that Lynda wrote in the back of my yearbook the year that she graduated. Her advice was "Bust out next year and show this school up." So that was her idea of something for me to do in the future. However, myself not having all of my bullets in a row, her being part and parcel of the problem with some odd commentaries and her strange dikey-dog conspiracy in league with those doggie-dikes Rose and Debbie, and myself not being particularly interested in the prospect of tearing up parking lots in the middle of the night for a one-time cheap thrill that ultimately chills the bones forever, wasn't particularly sure that I really wanted to do something more about that. Lynda never really explained to me with any degree of clarity what else she was saying and doing behind my back so why should I believe anything that you are saying about that? She said that Warren's Dad accused her of being a gold-digger. What was that supposed to mean? I really wouldn't know. She never really explained what she said or did that provoked such a charge. She only described herself a victim of him.

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Sometime during college we were talking about how that song, "It's a Small World After All," tends to stick in the brain to such a degree that it gets very annoying. Yes, ok, so, that is one few conversational tidbits that Dauna might remember about me.

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How odd! We never knew how clueless Sandra really was until she married Mr. Smith, and then all this poison comes oozing out the back door. How many times do I have to explain that we are not related to the Smiths? Oh, was my great-grandmother's mother a Smith? Oh, I didn't know that. Even so, we were never in contact with any Smiths that I would ever be aware of any personal connection to the Smiths, so you must have confused me with someone else.