We Will Know Them By Their

[mrissa]

Continuing the "M'ris is mentally twelve" theme, last night upon meeting one of you poor people, I blurted, "Oh, you're one of my friends!" Livejournal. Aiding my social gracelessness since...hmm, only since 2003 or so, I guess.

eileenlufkin has a livejournal name even more sneaky and hard to decipher than mine. But some of the rest of you are quite pseudonymous. Others have icons that are not even trying to look like you. (pameladean, for example, has no wings. Neither does fairmer. matociquala does not look like any television spy ever...although I might very well watch a spy show with her in it if they ever made such a thing.)

So what I want to know is, if I don't know you know, how will I know you if I meet you? For the people who don't know you, how will they? You will be the one who's wearing lime green tights? You will be the one who offers to let people pet your stuffed head cold virus? You will be the one who mutters clever jokes about jazz saxophonists when you think no one is listening? Which one is you?

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[adriennelily.livejournal.com]

I'll be the one who cringes at the idea of actually meeting someone, then runs (anywhere) to hide.

Or; I'll be the one who's drunk and obnoxious.

Could go either way.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

It has occurred to me that my social inhibitions may actually keep me interacting with people instead of running away and hiding. Whether or not this is the case, it always annoys me when drunk characters in movies have their inhibitions lowered in exactly the same way as each other.

[merriehaskell.livejournal.com]

The diagnosis for me, drunk: Miles on fastpenta.

I wasn't pleased, but (shrug). I remember I kept wailing, "I just want to shut up!" and arguing that beagles can bay as well as howl, and demonstrating. :-/

I *wish* I were a morose, quiet, run-away sort of drunk.