>argue chemistry< >wipes out<
Oh Jack, arguing or any form of contest was most assuredly not my intention! I was telling more of a beer story, without the benefit of actual beer. I have a bad habit of sorta humming contentedly along, tugging on bootstraps of ever-farther-cantilevered tangents of esoteric humor, thinking I'm making Perfect Sense. And cackling at my ethereal many-leveled wit. Every so often, one of my real friends, a large number of whom seem to illuminate this particular tide pool of SI, lets me know that I'm being Totally Incomprehensible. (Parenthetic note: Believe it or not, I achieve this state entirely without resorting to dangerous drugs.) A common and really confidence-robbing side effect of this is that I [am told that I] sometime come across as acerbic or even arrogant. Bummer. That is so far from my intentions, I get periodically insecure.
Then again, I do often have the redemption experience where I say something semi-normal, and one of my friends will E-mail a mirthful complaint of having exhaled soda onto her keyboard.
I babble. In short: Sorry if I came across as trying to win or something. Here's a complimentary "You're right; I'm wrong" card, redeemable anytime. |
