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Feb. 19th, 2003 01:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinThe man who came in earlier spoke too, too softly, and he smiles too readily.
I was strung tight as a wire caught in metal clamps, twanged sharp, not flat. The light's too bright in here, see, and I was caught untrusting.
He reminded me of why I am here, put on this big fucking rock hurtling through space. He reminded me of all the fuckwits and cads and bellyaching basement dwellers with a penchant for Usenet and hyperbole.
He reminded me of old men eating candies out of a box before the flickering light of the Late Show, hands dipping methodically and endlessly, sweet hard cherry and orange, marzipan and sugared gummy. Legs wasted and eyes rheumy.
The man himself was perfectly nice, tidy, clean. Too nice, a little too friendly. He seemed to be swimming in a miasma of Nice, and it really rankled me today.
I kept myself from being at all snippy or sarcastic. His bordering-on-leering eyes behind large eyeglass lenses seemed befuddled and perfectly aware of how he was making me feeling.
"This is the kind that snaps," I said to myself in the midst of fizzing, angry thoughts.
When he entered the elevator and the doors shut behind him, my shoulders sagged, and I was able to smile again without feeling like my soul was being bleached, blanched, wrung through.
I was strung tight as a wire caught in metal clamps, twanged sharp, not flat. The light's too bright in here, see, and I was caught untrusting.
He reminded me of why I am here, put on this big fucking rock hurtling through space. He reminded me of all the fuckwits and cads and bellyaching basement dwellers with a penchant for Usenet and hyperbole.
He reminded me of old men eating candies out of a box before the flickering light of the Late Show, hands dipping methodically and endlessly, sweet hard cherry and orange, marzipan and sugared gummy. Legs wasted and eyes rheumy.
The man himself was perfectly nice, tidy, clean. Too nice, a little too friendly. He seemed to be swimming in a miasma of Nice, and it really rankled me today.
I kept myself from being at all snippy or sarcastic. His bordering-on-leering eyes behind large eyeglass lenses seemed befuddled and perfectly aware of how he was making me feeling.
"This is the kind that snaps," I said to myself in the midst of fizzing, angry thoughts.
When he entered the elevator and the doors shut behind him, my shoulders sagged, and I was able to smile again without feeling like my soul was being bleached, blanched, wrung through.
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Date: 2003-02-19 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-02-19 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-19 02:26 pm (UTC)But, thank you. I appreciate it.
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Date: 2003-02-19 03:09 pm (UTC)You misspelled "ephemera" and "eggplant"!
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Date: 2003-02-19 04:07 pm (UTC)eggplant.simplenet.com came about because it was supposed to be a shared space for both Scott and myself, and I didn't want to pick a username that was so girly, and have Scott have to tell friends, "Yeah, uh, my site is glitter.simplenet.com ... and stuff."
Oh, wait - the orchid design was even on Geocities. Yep. I remember, because I had applied to be part of this webring called Illumine, and the elitest fucks there turned down my application primarily because I was on Geocities. God, what snots they were.
Anyway, I appreciate the semantics, but I'll just have to beg to differ. :)