05.13.08 :: 2:05 pm
let's see... it's 2:05 and Winnie has been talking about herself and her life for going on... oh... FOUR HOURS. I think right now she's yammering on about the misbegotten, tragic soul who is currently dating her. I can't be sure. It all sounds like tinnitus at this point. I've started openly ignoring her whenever she speaks. She takes a breath, I shut off. Earlier, I could tell this was perplexing her greatly (how could anyone NOT be interested in what she has to say?? That's just CRAZY, right??!) because she made a point of telling me loudly that she forwarded me an already 500-times forwarded email linking to some news story about a dude who fastened a seatbelt around his case of beer instead of his kid. Fascinating. I simply said "Yep, people are stupid," and bent my head down which usually indicates that I'm working on something. And then she went ON AND ON AND ON AND ON about "PRIORITIES, right? He secured his BEER!!! Before his KID!! Isn't that WILD??!" Laughing maniacally in that horse laugh of hers I now hear in my goddamned sleep. Before that, she asked me if I overheard the phone conversation she just had. Whatthefuck? Really?! She is such a waking nightmare. Make no mistake, she's going to remind us all at least 30 more times before this day is through how she stayed until 9 o'clock last night until someone pats her on the back. I've been actively zoning out anything coming out of her mouth that isn't a direct question to me. And if it's a direct question to me, I answer as deadpan and quickly as possible. I don't give a shit if this makes me appear cold and bitchy. It is the only way not to engage the beast. You must not ever engage the beast. This is how it has to be for the next 5+ weeks. If I want to maintain the last, fluttery wisps of my sanity this is how it has to be. No, dear friends. In the years to come, whenever someone asks me how my year in LA was, all I will be able to remember is her and she will become synonymous, part & parcel with LA and LA'ers in general. Some will think that it's crap that I've let her get to me so much, but in all my years of living (and hard living at times), never have I encountered a person so utterly devoid of feelings for anyone other than herself. I don't want her anywhere near me now. I recoil at the thought of her accidentally meeting Ryan for fear she will muddy his aura. 5 days a week, 10 hours a day. Not once has she asked anyone a question about their lives or about anything personal, really. She solely exists to hear the sound of her voice. |