I am one of those people who other people love to tell their problems/secrets/gossip to. I am not 100% sure why. I guess, to some degree, folks value my advice and opinion. To a greater degree, I think it is because people generally think I am weirder than them and, therefore, won’t pass judgment.
After all, my cubicle is nicely decorated with a Polish-Catholic Renaissance art calendar, a dancing Ganesh, a few dreidels, a planet hours chart, and, to represent the undead (just in case the afterlife, re-incarnation, etc. don’t work out) a fake IV bag filled with candy blood.
Come one, come all to my cubicle -- the no judgment zone. The door is always open.
Exhibit A: a "Black Friday" missive between a vendor and myself (apparently the only two people working today)...
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From: XXX
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 3:40 PM
To: Natalie
Subject: RE: You have to see this
My life is a continual mesh of bizarre events that all seem to merge at the same time.
One either looks to find meaning in it all or just blows if all off.
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From: Natalie
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 3:54 PM
To: XXX
Subject: RE: You have to see this
An offshoot of the blowing it off choice -- just become ever-increasingly eccentric and simply “become one with the bizarreness.”
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From: XXX
Sent: Friday, November 27, 2009 4:30 PM
To: Natalie
Subject: RE: You have to see this
Great advice.
I was once eccentric…(I’ll have to tell you)…!!!
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