Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because I Like Like Doctors Doctor Steve found it extremely important for me to know that his divorce was finalized. I like where this is going. I assumed that when the doctors said I should rest for 3 to 4 weeks, it meant that I should stay at home and watch tv until my eyes bleed; however, I don't think my parents' English is sufficient to understand this simple request because they dragged me from PA to NYC to go to church. I still had my bandages on my head, so I looked... rather interesting. I had a splitting headache and was just plain irritable. Thankfully, I was relieved of my duty as the scripture reader, for the time being at least.When I say church, I don't really mean church as in a building, but the idea. My religion doesn't have churches, we simple folk rent a locum in a Lutheran building. I always expected them to have real deal churches, apparently not. As soon as the Lutherans finish their meeting, we come in. They always take their time collecting their stuff; and frankly, although this bothers my religion folks, I am quite content with the fact that they take their time. Why? Because in my religion, in our NYC group, my brother and I are the youngest, and the third youngest person is 35, nice gap, eh? But those Lutherans, man, they are overpopulated with young male 20s. For past couple month, this one young blonde guy with glasses would smile at me while gathering his stuff; today, he actually said hi to me.Saying that today the Lutheran said Hi to me is sorta oversimplifying things, he hugged me for what seemed to be eternity. He asked me if I'm miserable in life because I'm sick and such; I said, I could've been better but I'm not complaining. The Lutheran then said that all I need is a hug, "You're just overdue for a warm hug." I wonder if that's his strategy to meet girls, telling them they're overdue for a hug; surprisingly it worked on me and although I do not like being touched by people I embraced his hug. We exchanged numbers just so we could talk about God and what not, to make me happy (apparently all post-op patients are unhappy about life) and what not. I will call him, but I know we will do more "what not" talking than about God.The Lutheran is a dentist. I like his teeth. I certainly like dentists. The first thing I always look for in a guy is his teeth, if I don't find them satisfying, then I won't even give the guy second chance. Anywho, I wonder what's his "bedside manner" like. "Oh don't be afraid of the drill. It's not fear that you're experiencing, you're just overdue for a hug." Everybody is a psychologist now-a-days. I think I'll make an appointment with him, just for the damn hugs.6:58 p.m. - February 19, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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