I honestly don't know what that means the normal thing...it's kind of "Thank you...I guess."(Also, normal? Me? Right. Profanely gifted? Playfully erotic? Sick fucker? Bleeding heart? That's me. Not very much of the mean about that.) Like when somebody says I don't look thirty-two. Like Gloria said, this is what thirty two looks like. For me, anyway. ETA: Deb, maybe there's some compromise on your book...not that I'm suggesting you become a total whore or that I don't like your version, because that is not true.I want my wife to have a hit, though.

I honestly don't know what that means the normal thing

Exactly. Who the hell defines this junk? What does that word mean?

I honestly don't know what that means the normal thing

Me either. It's like when the cop came up to me and told me I didn't "look handicapped" as I was pulling into a handicapped space. You can tell this by my face? As I have said before, people suck and not in the fun way. I don't believe that normal truly exists. At least not in the way society would have us believe.

Yeah. If they mean they find me easier to talk to than they expected, or something(which may be part of it) I wish they'd say that instead because it gives me less to mull. My mulling time is already off the hook.ETA: sj, I did once tell someone who told me I didn't "sound impaired" that I'd grab a jawbreaker and call her back. But that was bitchy. I knew it hit a nerve because she was like "(fake chuckle) You don't have to do that."

Yeah. If they mean they find me easier to talk to than they expected, or something(which may be part of it) I wish they'd say that instead because it gives me less to mull. My mulling time is already off the hook.

This may be it. Maybe that you make them less uncomfortable than they thought you would, which makes them uncomfortable for having the preconceived notions in the first place? That probably only made sense in my head. Either way, don't waste your time mulling over stupid people. They aren't worth it.

Thanks, Deb. I didn't run spellchecker before I posted. I should know better. It also caught an it's/its switch.

I don't do it about them...about the massive identity issues "What's wrong with you?" a million times a life appears to implant. "I'm a brain, a basket case, an athlete, a princess, and a criminal. That's who we think we are." Life is my Adena Watson case for a reason, I think.ETA: And also, don't just hear that stuff from full-on idiots. Some of them are smart progressives, which makes it a mindfuck that could go all night.

What's wrong with you?" a million times a life appears to implant.

Yup. BTDT. I haven't figured out how to deal with it either. I wish I could have a snarky reply waiting for that question, but I don't, and I let it affect me more than I want to but less than I used to.

But you're not a Bayliss(I should get permission to write that as a self-help book "The Tao of Homicide:Life on The Street") Timmy thinks the nice people asked him an interesting question and maybe he should spend a decade or two trying to find an answer and writing it up, double-spaced. Whoa...if I ever really do write a memoir, got the title already.

But you're not a Bayliss(I should get permission to write that as a self-help book "The Tao of Homicide:Life on The Street") Timmy thinks the nice people asked him an interesting question and maybe he should spend a decade or two trying to find an answer and writing it up, double-spaced. Whoa...if I ever really do write a memoir, got the title already.

I don't know enough about H:LOTS to understand this paragraph. Sorry.