Which Reminds Me

Truth be told, I never had any personal conversation with the Whitakers. It would be very difficult for someone of my appearance to communicate with such blondies whose entire worldview is based mainly on the fiction of "Alice in Wonderland." There is always the danger of finding myself portrayed as that cardboard character, the Queen of Hearts, an inconvenient fiction of no benefit to me. So it is better and more judicious to carefully work around and avoid the Pat and Michelle blondies whenever possible, which is always possible, because they are completely clueless about me and live in some alternate reality to which I have no likewise have no clues. I live in Christ, not in Pat or Michelle or Libby.

Which Reminds Me

It is very strange, this selective amnesia of yours. Wasn't that you screaming in my face, claiming yourself to be the Medusa who would be coming at me in a hundred faces to drive me crazy? And do I dare to chop off all your heads? And now you are pretending that you never said that. Hmm... Who was that? The names all blur together in my mind. I can't quite remember who said that.

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In retrospect, there is really nothing of a personal nature that I would want to discuss with some clueless co-worker and/or classmate. Why do these people imagine that I am going to give "back" to them, and then they are going to smash my face by divulging all my secrets to the outer world? Actually, that is not exactly how things are going to happen. Actually, I am not so blind to their snarky plotting as to be inspired to trust them all that much. Actually, I am not giving them anything important, just whatever unimportant trivia may be necessary to get along in the classroom or workplace, so their snarky little scheme has not really so much fuel as to propel them to such elevated heights of backstabbing traitorhood as they seem to imagine. I am just saying.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, that is so sad how Superman always has to worry and be concerned about encountering that hazardous material known as Kryptonite, reportedly of a greenish hue and/or color, which, if he comes into contact with that, would strip away his super powers and render him a regular defenseless mortal such as the rest of us. Of course, to us mortals Kryptonite is a neutral thing. It doesn't seem to do anything to us so we might not have noticed that. It is apparently only Superman who has to work around the Kryptonite problem.

Which Reminds Me

When our cousin David came to visit us in Southern California his suitcase was half full of comic books, so we enjoyed reading about the adventures of Superman, Supergirl, etc. Thus, in our minds, the story of David tends to reinforce in our minds lessons about the dangers of Kryptonite.

Which Reminds Me

One of the few things that I do remember about David is that he was fond of watching on TV shows such as "The Dark Side" or "Dark Shadows" or that type of occult thing. Which was perhaps sadly an omen of not good things to come, because obsessing on horror is not really very healthy. You really need a lot of prayer to get all that icky stuff out of your head.

Which Reminds Me

Oh, are you a friend of my late cousin David? Then I probably, most assuredly am not of aware of your existence. I never knew very much about his life. I was his cousin, not the girl next door. Needless to say.