Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Dinner talk
Recently, I had an old friend over for dinner. I had always thought of him as the cranky "not too open," rather difficult chap, although he is a nice person and all that. It appears he thinks worse of me. He told me I'm at least 10% weirder than him. This got me thinking, and in retrospect I get this odd good feeling coz I was right he is weird, after all who can dispute his own admission. But seriously, how do one measure out weirdness and to such foregone conclusion as to deduce it to "10% weirder" and the sort. Eliot did measure out his life with coffee spoons but I think that’s lame compared with such mathematical deductions that go down to numbers and percentages. Perhaps I'm weirder than him. Or maybe not. We've just got to figure out a way of measuring weirdness.
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Weird in this case sounds like a compliment.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all let me bask in my neurotic narcissism - i liked your furtive description of me... ahem.. i always did tell you i am weird... and of course the 10% was more of a ball park figure.I guess Miss Butterfly the fact that we keep bumping into each other in the weirdest of places like airports ( Thrice ) and supermarket always after a hiatus - either shows we have an affinity for crowded place , aeroplanes, discordant anonymity or we both are weird (corollary since i am weird..)...
ReplyDeleteWe dont need spoons- and we dont to measure weirdness - i just mentioned a figure a rather collective figure to give it a more empirical touch to the idea of "difference" which is also anthro-socially termed weird..