An Elitist for the People...

The common man, better than the common man...

That's a catchy little phrase that's been haunting me of recent. I could tell you where it originates, but those who know, know it could only be "her". I don't know that I ever attained any closure in regards to that situation. Well, let's restate that in the most ... palatable way possible; That situation was fucked, as well was she. Cheers to the bliss infatuation brings about and all, but eventually you realize something that fun is unhealthy in it's own way. This is obviously the asshole thing to say, but we could've made a great couple if she was able to overcome her various personal issues. Funniest thing about the whole situation is this; She tells me early on she wants me to be straight with her. So, about a week in, I'm straight with her, and it ruins it all, and slowly dies over the next month. I've come to realize most people only think they want to know the truth, because as cliche as it sounds and all, most can't handle the truth.

Enough fluff and backround, let's get back to the point I was actually trying to make. Towards the inevitable end of that little escapade she'd suggested she was drafting up a pro / con sheet to aid her in comparing her ex-boyfriend and me. This was actually kind of flattering, to think I still had something left in the "pro" column. This really didn't play well towards my uncannily introspective nature. I have yet to determine if this was a cunning malicous act or just an innocent stupid one. Once before I'd walked away, and twice after I'd asked her to take a look at said list. To no one's surprise, i've still yet to see it. But, she gave me one, a single item from her little list, she told me I was an elitist.

I was schocked and awed by the comment, well not really, in fact i've been told I come off "stuffy" at times. You'd really think if I maintained this perception that I was better than everyone, I'd have a lot more confidence. I do have the incredible ability to make people feel bad about themselves, which i'm pretty sure i've mentioned here before, but it's not like I consciously use it to set myself above the rest.

Most of the time i'm one of the sweetest, charming, and endearing people you'd ever meet. I always put forth the effort to be percieved at a minimum to be gentlemenly and chivalrious. Perhaps people are getting better at sensing what i'm thinking then being distracted by what I say.

Alright, we'll sway this from that now, and make mention finally that i'm sick again. Physically ill or unwell, being as sick is so easy to misunderstand. This morning it felt like a sinus infection, the whole left side of my head was going to war. The back left of my throat was sore, my left nostril was running like mad, not to mention the incredible pressure behind my left eye, and finally a general headache to top it all off. I still made it up on time, made it over to Reserve Square to drop off the dry cleaning, pick up a large coffee, and make the office by quarter to 9. My office day didn't last all that long though, I was short fused this morning, but the boys couldn't tell. Left at noon when all else went off to lunch. Stopped at everyone's favorite ghetto convient to grab up a few recently necessary supplies, and made my way home. JJ was still sleeping when I got in, we'll pretend he's enjoying his last days off before class start. I mixed up a nice little narcotic cocktail and went off to bed. Slept till about 4, when I got up for an hour to call Lou and let him know I was down for the count. Stayed awake until round about 5, then more drugs and rest. Woke up again round about 9, eventually dragged my ass out of the house to get something to eat as I realized i'd yet to consume something today. Didn't feel like spending a minimum of $10 to get the chinese place to deliver some won ton my way.

So, suddenly it's 3 am, and the drugs are finally taking hold again. I imagine I'll awake somewhere around... 9 and decide if i've got it in me to make it into the office.

Till then, stay classy Cleveland...

-Rys4K

p.s.- I was flipping through blogs this evening, care of the new blogger toolbar you see at the top of the page, and I realized that A.) No one has a damned lick of taste anymore, and B.) This isn't something that should be abused by the low brow... Did stumble across one page worthwhile, but not so much so to track back and find the link.

p.s.s.- We well surpassed 25K words here on blogger, before this post.