lavandarlizard2 | Y'ever get the feeling...

...that someone has opened the trapdoor to Wonderland and failed to place a warning sign?

I sure do...

A month or so ago, it was the hole kicked in the garage wall, for no real, logical reason...

Last week, there was the stupid argument with a person who would obviously rather argue than accept an apology and let life as we know it continue.

Then there was the frustrated conversation with the person who wanted to step on my sentences and *assume* that he knew where they were going, instead of letting me finish.

Hard on the heels of that conversation, was the same person calling up the customer and asking an extremely stupid question. I offered to make the sacrifice - I'm just the idiot admin person, after all; it doesn't matter if I look stupid - but he was so busy arguing with my original question that he wasn't listening.

Then we have the instance of me noticing that some greasy-fingered cretin scrawled "FAG" on the side of my truck... Oddly enough, that didn't upset me a whole lot; I was more perplexed than anything else. My roommate is gay, but I'm not, so why would anyone think that I would find that... I don't know; personal, maybe? In the general, we-are-all-in-this-together sense, I find it highly irritating, because it means another example of free-roaming idiocy. In the semantic sense, it's just confusing. I'm female; in all my dealings with gay friends, not once have I heard of a person of the female persuasion being called a fag... Which suggests another level of free-roaming idiocy... Or perhaps a regional quirk that I've never encountered before; I *do* live near one of our institutions of higher learning... Although, I always thought one of the points of college was to subdue or eliminate the free-roaming idiocy. Still, alcohol does kill brain cells.

But the kicker to the wander through wonderland, is having my underwear stolen out of the washing machine in the communal laundry room... It's probably not the work of the local registered sex offender; that isn't one of his 'behaviors', according to the sheriff's office. They suggest an easily-embarrassed cross dresser, or perhaps one of the drunken college students. It's just...weird. Not like it was even my *good* underwear...

I mean, I buy the outlet mall seconds and then wear them to death; my mother would turn over in her grave, if she had one, to think of me being hauled into an emergency room in underwear like that...

So, I can't help wondering...why?

Hmm... Okay, I never said I was sane...