On contrarians and fruit
Apr. 18th, 2007 01:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyGosh, look at the date. Has it really been eleven days since I wrote an entry?
Do you have people in your life who think they're so special that things work in the opposite way for them? As in: "Oh, I don't wear sunscreen because it makes me burn more"? Or: "I took the anti-glare screen off my computer because I found it increased the glare"? Or: "I don't use my spam filter because I got more spam with it"? Or (and this was my favourite): "I don't wear my reading glasses because they made reading harder". All those things were said by the same person, too. I find it hard not to say, "Well, you're a bit backwards, aren't you?" I don't though, because it would sound mean and I don't mean to be.
I've been on the road lately, jaunting about on either side of the state border, and I committed a crime. I stopped in Penola in South Australia and thought it was as good a place as any to have lunch. So I unpacked my little box containing sandwiches, a muesli bar and a (dun dun DUN!) mandarin. Victorian fruit! Across the border! I actually have no idea what happens if they catch you with interstate fruit, or how they would recognise it from local fruit anyway, but, my goodness, I gulped that mandarin down. I even put the peel back in my lunch box to take back to a Victorian rubbish bin; far be it from me to infect South Australian fruit with my eastern germs.
Do you have people in your life who think they're so special that things work in the opposite way for them? As in: "Oh, I don't wear sunscreen because it makes me burn more"? Or: "I took the anti-glare screen off my computer because I found it increased the glare"? Or: "I don't use my spam filter because I got more spam with it"? Or (and this was my favourite): "I don't wear my reading glasses because they made reading harder". All those things were said by the same person, too. I find it hard not to say, "Well, you're a bit backwards, aren't you?" I don't though, because it would sound mean and I don't mean to be.
I've been on the road lately, jaunting about on either side of the state border, and I committed a crime. I stopped in Penola in South Australia and thought it was as good a place as any to have lunch. So I unpacked my little box containing sandwiches, a muesli bar and a (dun dun DUN!) mandarin. Victorian fruit! Across the border! I actually have no idea what happens if they catch you with interstate fruit, or how they would recognise it from local fruit anyway, but, my goodness, I gulped that mandarin down. I even put the peel back in my lunch box to take back to a Victorian rubbish bin; far be it from me to infect South Australian fruit with my eastern germs.