2.08.06

Category: dribblings

Jury Monkey is now back to being Paint Monkey. i’m a bit disappointed that i didn’t get to do anything on jury duty. people told me to bring a book and i did, but i didn’t read it because it was pretty loud in the room. so i mostly sat by myself and worked on a stack of sudoku puzzles.
the people around me thought i was some kind of genius.
“what’s that?”
“oh, it’s a puzzle, and-”
“is it math?”
“um, no. not like-”
“is it a crossword puzzle but with math?”
“no it’s just numbers…i mean, really, you could make these puzzles with letters or shapes or colors or anything as long as there are 9 different shapes or whatever.”
“oh.”

“is she doing math?”
“i think so.”
sigh.

and to the crazy, religious, gigantic, black man who sat behind me:
WHAT?!
also, not only was i sick of hearing the word Jesus by the end of the day, but Jesus was sick of you talking about him. well, not really, but he did wish you had made more sense. and, while i have your attention (because you talked non-fucking-stop the whole time) what is your deal with the telescope? do you really believe that “they” are building a telescope that can see into heaven? like, heaven heaven?
what.

to people who talk to obviously crazy people every day:
stop making stuff up. they believe you and it just perpetuates the crazy. look, i feel you. i do. i want to tell Crazy Margaret things all the time. but i don’t. i control the urge to lie to the crazy person. if i can do it, you can do it.

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