The roommate came home the other night to announce that he was, in fact, the new executive director of, and I quote, "the magic happy puppet theater." My only reaction was to groan, "oh no..."
This, of course, was misinterpreted to signify my disdain of said theater, leading to his explanation of how this would be good as a steady consulting engagement and how he’d have plenty of time to pursue other projects. Really, though, I was concerned for the organization. They have lost someone who loved the art and devoted herself to making the theater a vibrant place and had to replace her with someone who dislikes what he calls "hippie artsy types" and will approach the job from the most mercenary position he can muster.
Since you appeared confused that I knew your name even though you had absolutely no idea who I am, a short trip in the Wayback Machine seems in order...
Happenin’ Guy bursts into the room like one of the Club Kids of yore. As he makes his rounds amongst friends who seem duly impressed with his routine of measured arrogance and rehearsed flattery, he comes across someone he’s never seen before. Without missing a step, he says, "I don’t know you. I’m Happenin’ Guy. Who are you?"
"I’m Peter, a friend of -’s."
"Well, that’s great. I’m going to go over here to talk to someone interesting now."
Curiously, I really don’t care what you think about me or anything I say. In fact, the next time you think you’re being clever or cutting, perhaps you’ll remember that I’ve just one response to anything spouted by self-important pinheads like you… and I’m doing it as hard as I can.
True Tales of Compassion
"So, how have you been?"
"Honestly, the week’s been a little stressful. With all of the Romnerific changes in the planning, it’s not entirely clear that I’ll have a job a few months from now."
"Well, I can’t say that I feel too sorry for you because I think that all of you people shouldn’t have jobs anyway."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"Any government organization is just a waste of money."
Let’s ponder for a moment why after this devolved into yet another repetition of the same dull rhetoric, I needed to get up to take a walk. It’s one thing not to want a real answer to the ubiquitous "How are you?" It’s another entirely to use that answer as a springboard for a political rant that undercuts the value of the work of my colleagues and I.
There really isn’t anything more to say about that.