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Ladeedah, this is me being oblivious Feeling: My friend Julia calls me Madame Obvious. My superhero secret power is Being Oblivious. Does this tell you anything? Yeah. If it takes you a minute, you'll know how I feel. It's not that I'm slow, I'm just the queen of tunnel-vision. I focus in on what I need to do immediately ahead, and everything else falls by the wayside. Hence why I'm forgetful. Hence why I can be rude. Hence why I feel like a twit half the time. Sara and I went to see a movie, and as we climbed back into my car afterward, I started to pull out of the parking lot and she said, "Dude, those guys are still checking us out." I look around. "Where?" "They're not looking anymore." She pauses for a minute. "You seriously didn't notice?" Wide-eyed, I shake my head. She laughs. "They've been watching since we walked out of the theater!" I'll bet this isn't the first time. I'll bet this isn't even the thirty-seventh time I've completely missed something like that. I am a twit. And while this gives hope for the future... This explains so much. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |