Truth is stranger than...well, most things
"Detective," I said, sidling into Angela's room late last night. "I have a problem. It's my ex-husband. I think he's trying to kill me." Angela shook her head pityingly.
"You are so strange-" she began, but at that moment Sonal tore into the room, eyes gleaming.
"Delilah!" she shrieked. "Delilah! I told you not to two-time me!"
"He looks harmless," I told the stunned Angela, "but he's really quite dangerous!" I fled, running in circles around Angela's bed. "Detective, you have to help me!" It became obvious this was true, as Sonal was catching up.
"What is going-" Angela put aside her laptop.
"You think you scare me?" I taunted Sonal, gripping the wall, arms extended. "Well you don't! In fact, you fool, my name's not even Delilah!"
And just as suddenly, we stopped and bowed. The idea came to Sonal and I while watching YouTube. In terms of D-grade homemade films, Northwestern is pretty poorly represented. Tossing ideas back and forth, we lit upon the idea of putting together a film noir. "Let's pitch it to Angie," I said. "She can be the detective." Sonal laughed - a little crazily - and countered, "Let's enact it for her. Now." And that brings us up to date. More or less.
After the scene ended, Angela took a few moments to recover. "Does it occur to you that maybe you're weird?" she asked, not meanly.
People have suggested before that I'm not the most average person, but for the longest time I didn't really believe it. But these days, I find myself more and more often in conversations that begin like,
"The other day I think I accidentally propositioned this girl at the gym." Or "I bought The Thorn Birds. The back of the book says it's a 'sweeping family saga of dreams, titanic struggles, dark passions, and forbidden love in the Australian Outback.' Good, eh?" Or "Am I that intern, you know, the vacuous one?"
And the other person says something like, "You know, you might end up in jail one day" or "Dark passion in the Australian outback? You would" or "What the fuck does vacuous mean?"
Maybe I don't really come across as normal as I thought. Maybe I'm kind of a character. A bit of a nut. An oddball. How did I not know before that this is how people see me?
And then Sonal stalked out of Angie's room, waving her arms sinuously. "I just became...Catwoman," she snarled.
At least I'm not the weirdest one in this apartment.
"You are so strange-" she began, but at that moment Sonal tore into the room, eyes gleaming.
"Delilah!" she shrieked. "Delilah! I told you not to two-time me!"
"He looks harmless," I told the stunned Angela, "but he's really quite dangerous!" I fled, running in circles around Angela's bed. "Detective, you have to help me!" It became obvious this was true, as Sonal was catching up.
"What is going-" Angela put aside her laptop.
"You think you scare me?" I taunted Sonal, gripping the wall, arms extended. "Well you don't! In fact, you fool, my name's not even Delilah!"
And just as suddenly, we stopped and bowed. The idea came to Sonal and I while watching YouTube. In terms of D-grade homemade films, Northwestern is pretty poorly represented. Tossing ideas back and forth, we lit upon the idea of putting together a film noir. "Let's pitch it to Angie," I said. "She can be the detective." Sonal laughed - a little crazily - and countered, "Let's enact it for her. Now." And that brings us up to date. More or less.
After the scene ended, Angela took a few moments to recover. "Does it occur to you that maybe you're weird?" she asked, not meanly.
People have suggested before that I'm not the most average person, but for the longest time I didn't really believe it. But these days, I find myself more and more often in conversations that begin like,
"The other day I think I accidentally propositioned this girl at the gym." Or "I bought The Thorn Birds. The back of the book says it's a 'sweeping family saga of dreams, titanic struggles, dark passions, and forbidden love in the Australian Outback.' Good, eh?" Or "Am I that intern, you know, the vacuous one?"
And the other person says something like, "You know, you might end up in jail one day" or "Dark passion in the Australian outback? You would" or "What the fuck does vacuous mean?"
Maybe I don't really come across as normal as I thought. Maybe I'm kind of a character. A bit of a nut. An oddball. How did I not know before that this is how people see me?
And then Sonal stalked out of Angie's room, waving her arms sinuously. "I just became...Catwoman," she snarled.
At least I'm not the weirdest one in this apartment.
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