Not a Hint of Irony, I suppose...
Last night, I was at a screening of a new Kevin Spacey movie. The point is not that the movie sucked, the point is that I got a call in the middle of the film from an old friend who has always insisted that he doesn't do phone calls (he prefers AIM). The guy was hesitant to let me call him on my own goddamn birthday. So, the fact that he called me on a random Tuesday night was notable.
So, for the second half of the movie, I'm thinking to myself, "Why did he call?" Initially, I think, the mundane: trouble with school, women, family... and then it hits me: somebody died. So for the second half of the movie, I devote my energies to figuring out who it is that must have died. Maybe it was someone on that photoarray of people I hate? That would be ironic, yes?
Long story short, he was calling me because he was worried about me because of my last blog entry. Like many others, he detected not a single hint of irony. Indeed, I think it was a dud all around. Rachana writes, "what the fuck kind of joke is that? when did you become SOOOO unfunny? jesus"
Which leads me to bigger things -- um, I would never misspell words like relationship or precocious. I would never buy a U2 ipod. I would never say "I love my friends." I would never discuss Death Cab. I would never ask people to comment. I would never comment on office interpersonal issues. And on and on... but I guess, that hasn't been made clear, as two of my closest friends thought otherwise. Hot damn. I spent all of last night trying to figure out how people could think I could be such a mushy emofreak, and how to resolve said problems. Maybe I should just be a little meaner on the blog to compensate?
More later. I just needed to get this out.
So, for the second half of the movie, I'm thinking to myself, "Why did he call?" Initially, I think, the mundane: trouble with school, women, family... and then it hits me: somebody died. So for the second half of the movie, I devote my energies to figuring out who it is that must have died. Maybe it was someone on that photoarray of people I hate? That would be ironic, yes?
Long story short, he was calling me because he was worried about me because of my last blog entry. Like many others, he detected not a single hint of irony. Indeed, I think it was a dud all around. Rachana writes, "what the fuck kind of joke is that? when did you become SOOOO unfunny? jesus"
Which leads me to bigger things -- um, I would never misspell words like relationship or precocious. I would never buy a U2 ipod. I would never say "I love my friends." I would never discuss Death Cab. I would never ask people to comment. I would never comment on office interpersonal issues. And on and on... but I guess, that hasn't been made clear, as two of my closest friends thought otherwise. Hot damn. I spent all of last night trying to figure out how people could think I could be such a mushy emofreak, and how to resolve said problems. Maybe I should just be a little meaner on the blog to compensate?
More later. I just needed to get this out.
posted by devdoot majumdar at 2:10 PM
3 Comments:
hahahaha. that's very nice of you. but 'nobody gets me but me' is a very dangerous, often overtly presumptuous & egotistical road to be on.
Basically, I figured you had cracked.. I was worried because the post was very uncharacteristic of you. Maybe its not a good sign, that I assumed you were screwed up in the head and became very pathetic-sounding as a result.
no, it was clear. not funny, but clear.
your readers are just dumb. there's really no other explanation.
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