Monday, April 16, 2007

"weird"




The definition of weird is not something that I would have thought it to be.

adj. : suggesting something supernatural or uncanny.
informal: very strange, bizarre

Did you know that the adjective in Middle English meant to control someone's destiny...

Well, I don't know if me being bizarre, uncanny and very strange will allow me to control someone's destiny... but the day isn't over yet.

This all came about as I walked back from the shower this morning. I'm slip, slip sliding back to my room in my shower shoes and my wet hair is sticking this way and that and I run into Chloe, my across-the-hall neighbor. Today is her one year anniversary with her boyfriend, so as I open the door to my room, I begin to wish her a happy anniversary. Midsentence, however, I remember my napping roommate. I get out "Happy Anniv--" at a normal volume, and then switch to whispering "--ersary!" and she says "Oh thank you!" at a normal volume, straight into the open door, towards sleeping roommate's ears. I try my best to interrupt her with "My roommate is sleeping!" in a stressed, whispered voice, and she catches on saying "Whoops!" in a whisper, as she walks to her room. Now that I properly corrected my napping-roommate ediquette and informed Chloe of Amy's current state, I continued on into my room and shut the door. It is only as I close the door, however, that I realize that as I spoke to Chloe, my eyes were glancing downwards towards the floor. I had my head tilted towards my room to suggest Amy's presence, and my voice was lowered to indicate the necessity of being quiet, but instead of making eye contact with the person I was conversing with, my eyes were instead pointed toward some random stretch of carpet.

I scream in my own head, What?! Am I crazy?! I must have looked like some contorted, bizarre, very strange individual in a towel with wet hair whisperig crazily about my napping roommate... I'M WEIRD.

I immediately decided this was worth blogging. I pulled out my chair to sit down at my computer, and had to dodge the 5 pairs of shoes sitting around my desk in order to take my place in front of the screen without stumbling. Shoes everywhere, wet hair, crazy looks, sleeping roommates, a towel, a scared across-the-hall neighbor and a living definition of weird.

It's just another day in the life of Anne Taylor.

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