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amul(it's two distinctly different flavors of Hinduism, and they don't go well together)
I have noticed a recent increase in my use of this phrase, or ones similar: You know, I'm turning 30 next month, and....(whine, whine, whine)
My parents appeared today to take me suit shopping for the [Big Scary Thing] next week. I don't need a new suit, but apparently there was a good sale going on. It was, indeed, an excellent sale, but I was unable to find anything because my mom was either constantly forcing me to try on ugly suits, or if I found one I liked, mom would demand we get Brother Dearest's opinion. I kept wanting to say, You know, I'm turning 30 next month, shouldn't I be allowed to dress myself yet?
Afterward, we went for tea on Devon St. My parents told me about the engagement party I had missed yesterday. "Raavi has a lot of friends," mother told me. "There must have been 30 or 40 kids their your age. Boys AND girls." She gave me a knowing wink.
Yes, well, it would have been the same for me in Pittsburgh, you know. I have a lot of friends there.
"Only Americans," she sniffed contemptuously.
(interior monologue: You know, I'm almost thirty! Do I really have to listen to you judge my choice of friends?) At this point, dear readers, I have to confess I quite lost my head. A plan, the likes of which I haven't tried since I lived under their roof, hatched in my head, and stupidly I put it in motion. You see, last night I spent a good portion of the evening talking to Wicked Kitten, and we'd been laughing over a girl at Neo who'd thought WK was Indian.
Oh, I almost forgot, one of my friends may be coming to the [Big Scary Thing], trying to appear nonchalant. She's Indian.
Vishnu preserve me, what have I done? I just LIED about the ethnicity of one of my friends to shut my parents up! Dear WK, please forgive me, I really have no idea what came over me.
But seriously! I mean, I'm almost 30, fer crying out loud!
(whine, whine, whine, ad infinitam)
Editor's note: When reading this, please replace all occurrences of [Big Scary Thing] with a mental image of a giant, furry monster of indescribable frightfulness leaping out from behind your monitor and roaring at you, thus distracting you from the word that actually goes in that spot.
I have noticed a recent increase in my use of this phrase, or ones similar: You know, I'm turning 30 next month, and....(whine, whine, whine)
My parents appeared today to take me suit shopping for the [Big Scary Thing] next week. I don't need a new suit, but apparently there was a good sale going on. It was, indeed, an excellent sale, but I was unable to find anything because my mom was either constantly forcing me to try on ugly suits, or if I found one I liked, mom would demand we get Brother Dearest's opinion. I kept wanting to say, You know, I'm turning 30 next month, shouldn't I be allowed to dress myself yet?
Afterward, we went for tea on Devon St. My parents told me about the engagement party I had missed yesterday. "Raavi has a lot of friends," mother told me. "There must have been 30 or 40 kids their your age. Boys AND girls." She gave me a knowing wink.
Yes, well, it would have been the same for me in Pittsburgh, you know. I have a lot of friends there.
"Only Americans," she sniffed contemptuously.
(interior monologue: You know, I'm almost thirty! Do I really have to listen to you judge my choice of friends?) At this point, dear readers, I have to confess I quite lost my head. A plan, the likes of which I haven't tried since I lived under their roof, hatched in my head, and stupidly I put it in motion. You see, last night I spent a good portion of the evening talking to Wicked Kitten, and we'd been laughing over a girl at Neo who'd thought WK was Indian.
Oh, I almost forgot, one of my friends may be coming to the [Big Scary Thing], trying to appear nonchalant. She's Indian.
Vishnu preserve me, what have I done? I just LIED about the ethnicity of one of my friends to shut my parents up! Dear WK, please forgive me, I really have no idea what came over me.
But seriously! I mean, I'm almost 30, fer crying out loud!
(whine, whine, whine, ad infinitam)
Editor's note: When reading this, please replace all occurrences of [Big Scary Thing] with a mental image of a giant, furry monster of indescribable frightfulness leaping out from behind your monitor and roaring at you, thus distracting you from the word that actually goes in that spot.
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Re: Professional
Date: 22 May 2005 20:21 (UTC)