tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post3662692398121894912..comments2023-10-28T02:43:22.324-07:00Comments on flashing by: The Most Boring Personrhodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10694315635082071848noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-45462561965618521462011-07-21T17:43:27.791-07:002011-07-21T17:43:27.791-07:00Ha -- possibly my favorite ever Who song, Peter. U...Ha -- possibly my favorite ever Who song, Peter. Up there with "Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere", "I Can't Explain", and of course that other song that might have been the motto of the afore-mentioned crowd, some of whom died before they got old, while other ones just got old...Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-37479734407217723892011-07-21T16:56:48.899-07:002011-07-21T16:56:48.899-07:00You've driven me to drink beer and listen to T...You've driven me to drink beer and listen to The Who.<br /><br />Thank God it doesn't make me cry. Quite the opposite.<br /><br />Whatever that is.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eswQl-hcvU0&feature=relmfu" rel="nofollow">Here.</a>Peter Greenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17806372860467057912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-63848870118824209612011-07-21T16:55:23.003-07:002011-07-21T16:55:23.003-07:00Only the names have been changed, to protect both ...Only the names have been changed, to protect both the innocent and the guilty, and those in that "grey and scratchy" realm between innocence and guilt...Dan Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01603402268945559679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-79271554405638083912011-07-21T14:46:21.154-07:002011-07-21T14:46:21.154-07:00Good God. Some truths are too grey and scratchy to...Good God. Some truths are too grey and scratchy to be revealed.<br /><br />Well written, and most distressing. Comments too!<br /><br />Thanks...(my mind is limping away here, clutching its eyes)...Peter Greenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17806372860467057912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-68372625339576833542011-07-21T03:01:26.741-07:002011-07-21T03:01:26.741-07:00Kathleen, your uncle’s family does have each other...Kathleen, your uncle’s family does have each other. <br /><br />The pathologically boring like me try yet another mask, new spangles, new showtunes – show stoppers! – but inevitably there’s an awkward silence and someone says, ‘Is that the time?’ Sometimes they even offer, ‘Won’t you take your wine with you? We won’t drink it and I’d hate to see it wasted.’ <br /><br />Déjà vu.<br />LxxLetitia Coynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08441648447041629690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240025135908045836.post-51584707772885308362011-07-20T23:07:53.112-07:002011-07-20T23:07:53.112-07:00That's a good story. Strange to admit but I...That's a good story. Strange to admit but I'm not certain what being a bore involves.<br />My father's brother and his family always struck me as so boring that I found being in their presence painful. They eat boring food and talk only about the most uninteresting stuff: how much vegetables cost; which of their porcelain figurines are collectible and which they simply think are just too cute. <br />My uncle has one question that never bores me. It hurts. Starting when I was 12 or so, he has always asked when am I getting my long awaited "Great American Novel" published. So they're not dumb. "Look--she's unhappy, ha-ha!"<br />It's always relative, who's boring and who isn't.<br />My exceedingly boring relatives include a seriously disabled son (who's always been a James Bond fanatic, I now remember) and a daughter who's perfectly healthy and guilty because of it. She married a very boring man and they drink a lot and tell silly jokes that make them snort.<br />They desperately and continuously cling to the surface because anything else is asking for trouble, of which they already have plenty. They're tiresome people because they're frightened, and in retrospect, I don't blame them. Their lives are scarier than mine and mine is terrifying--to me.<br />But for all that, I would still hate it if I had to eat dinner with them. They eat the kind of food that's served if you're in the hospitable: jello, white bread and butter, funny meat and dubious gravy.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12306491903311869968noreply@blogger.com