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changelingThe problem I've been having recently is that I've forgotten how much of a freak l really am. I'm surrounded by pagan friends, by geeks, by vegetarians and vegans. I found a book in The Bookshop (the front of my work) yesterday that had me almost rolling on the ground with tears spilling down my cheeks like rivers of mirth. It was a YA horror (already a genre in sore need of mockery) by none other than ... Silver Ravenwolf*. I showed my colleague (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupiscent), and was confounded at her lack of response. I could hardly believe that someone could go through life not hearing of "Ravingwolf" (as she is sometimes not-so-affectionately known) or her own special branch of crazy.
I've been run down, especially in terms of my brain function, for the last couple of days. Today I was so hazy that I announced, "Can't cope. Off to Mordor", which is our code (well, Dee's especially) for popping out to the coffee shop. I ordered a hot chocolate, and was just sipping the foam off the top on the way back to the office (it was so full it nearly spilt several times) when my brain kicked in and went, Hang on. I don't recall you specifying no dairy. I promptly gave the chocolate to Dee (who kindly and unnecessarily reimbursed me), before I started to feel really sick. And I made such a dumb mistake because, hey. When I have a hot chocolate or smoothie at home, I don't need to tell Steph to make it with oat milk. We just don't touch cow juice. It's easy to forget that this is not in fact the case for most people – especially when one is overtired.
In conclusion: don't forget you're odd when addressing other people. It prevents the possibilities of misunderstandings due to differing frames of reference.
* Witches' Key to Terror, part of a series titled "Witches' Chillers". Dedication: "This book is dedicated to those who seek the magick within."
cupiscent), and was confounded at her lack of response. I could hardly believe that someone could go through life not hearing of "Ravingwolf" (as she is sometimes not-so-affectionately known) or her own special branch of crazy.I've been run down, especially in terms of my brain function, for the last couple of days. Today I was so hazy that I announced, "Can't cope. Off to Mordor", which is our code (well, Dee's especially) for popping out to the coffee shop. I ordered a hot chocolate, and was just sipping the foam off the top on the way back to the office (it was so full it nearly spilt several times) when my brain kicked in and went, Hang on. I don't recall you specifying no dairy. I promptly gave the chocolate to Dee (who kindly and unnecessarily reimbursed me), before I started to feel really sick. And I made such a dumb mistake because, hey. When I have a hot chocolate or smoothie at home, I don't need to tell Steph to make it with oat milk. We just don't touch cow juice. It's easy to forget that this is not in fact the case for most people – especially when one is overtired.
In conclusion: don't forget you're odd when addressing other people. It prevents the possibilities of misunderstandings due to differing frames of reference.
* Witches' Key to Terror, part of a series titled "Witches' Chillers". Dedication: "This book is dedicated to those who seek the magick within."