Propounded imbroglio, sub rosa.


2005-04-10 - 9:07 p.m.


Not sure I still know how to do this. These days when people hurt my feelings, I just focus on the intellectual side of it - I don't pretend to be amused by it anymore.

I was walking from the Settler's Museum to the DPAG. I still had my blue Settler's Museum lanyard on, with my photo/name tag thing which hangs off it along with my proximity swipe card and keys. My red DPAG lanyard was in my bag, I was actually just about to switch thier positions.

And then somebody said something to me about this name/photo tag thing which really pissed me off. I am only trying to earn a living for god's sake. It was too bad I'm too polite to make a scathing comment about being dressed in an ironic suit to give a daytime performance of some music to all the right people as a component of a master's degree. Not that I felt scathing about it - in fact I barely had anything to say about it good, bad or otherwise. I'm not even entirely sure if that was what was going on. The fucking point is that I wouldn't dare to assume that whatever was happening was "cute". People just do what they do, and unless you really hate someone then there's no point trying to make yourself feel big by belittling thier occupation.

I'm sad about this. I try to fly under the radar as far as all this bullshit is concerned. The only things I care about are:

art
writing
loved ones and really nice aquaintances
museums
music
leaves
branches
trees in general
funny jokes and stories
beautiful writing
nice new clothes that I bought with my own money
my hair
going on nice walks
my secret plans for the future
uncomfortable silences in elevators
gothic architecture
eighties office block architecture
holding doors open for people
Radio New Zealand
flat whites
my Ronnie Van Hout t-shirt
boysenberries
weather


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