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» unmysterious strangers I've got two veggie corn dogs in the toaster-oven and a poker game in 50 minutes. Life is turning out OK. Actually I'm a bit shaken up. I was chatting with a woman I know (we'll call her Laura#8) over AOL's Instant Messenger. She works about 13 blocks from my office, and in the time this conversation took we could have met up, had a drink and been back at our desks. In this conversation, L#8 analyzed me and every word I wrote like a rabid shrink. I often found myself on the verge of tears from the frustration of having her turn my words against me and use them to demonstrate some horrible character flaw. Don't get me wrong, she was doing this in the spirit of jest and friendly banter. But now I feel like my brain's blown a gasket and I know this will effect my poker playing later. Oh man, those corn dogs are starting to smell really tastey. Only 13 more minutes in the office toaster oven... The weird thing about Laura#8 is that I've spent a good deal of time with her, and yet I feel like I hardly know her, and it's starting to annoy me. She seems to purposefully avoid talking about herself and she once told me that she likes to leave social function early to "keep them wanting more" of her. I never asked who "them" was. I wonder if she thinks that this is some form of being "mysterious." I appreciate the sentiment, but it seems entirely unnecessary to me. Other people are always mysterious to us. In fact, I think that the more you learn about most people, the more mysterious they become. Heck, I find myself unfathomable and I know me better than anyone else. It's those people who you've only just met, or who you work with but seldom talk to who are the least mysterious. They are easy to categorize and label. It's only when you find out that someone who isn't a vegatarian actually prefers veggie corn dogs that you have to step back and wonder a little bit. And they ARE delicious.
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