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Yeah, Baby
Saturday, May 27, 2006

You know your mother is worried about you when she surprises you with multivitamins.

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Children don’t like me. They’re not completely terrified of me, but I seem to give off some sort of vibe that doesn’t agree with them. Whenever I go near a kid, the kid always takes a few steps back and stares at me with disapproval. Granted I’m not all sunshine and rainbows, but it’s not like I have boils all over my face or had asked them where their meatiest parts were.

I went to Probe yesterday to pick some papers up, and there was a children’s party going on. I received so many looks of contempt that evening (not counting the ones from my supervisor, who seems to think of me as a casualty), and I couldn’t help but feel weird about it. What am I presenting to these kids that’s making them upset? Cheche Lazaro was at that party. Cheche Lazaro brought a clown. Shouldn’t the Cheche-clown tandem be the object of their suspicion rather than me sitting on a chair? (I hate clowns, by the by. Vile, vile humanoids.)

Maybe it’s my history of staring at babies. I like holding staring contests with babies, especially on the MRT, because they make great opponents. (They hardly blink, and they’re fun to look at.) Maybe that’s why kids are wary of me. Maybe they had taken me on when they were younger, and they remember me somehow. Staring contests do take long—long enough for my face to be ingrained in their memory. It’s a horrible thought, my mug haunting them all these years, so that could really be it.

Or maybe kids are just psychic and they know I’m an asshole.


posted by marguerite @ 3:19 PM

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