An open letter to the Quiznos Lady
And the guy at Sunnysides.And all our co-workers, past, present and for the time being future (except Denise, for some reason she gets it. Which begs the question, why Denise? What about her, and her karmic ties to us I guess, makes her get it when *no* one else does?? A topic for future research I suspect)
And the lady at Wendy's who asked about the baby.
And I'm sure I could come up with quite the list if I sat here long enough, but this is the second time I've written this (thanks gmail tie in that nuked my first post when I logged out there and it logged me out here too! Suckage, don't do that)
So yes, to you, all of you, I want to say: sorry, but we can't explain. Not yet at least. Maybe someday. We know we confuse you, confound you when you see us. For now, it has to be that way. We might someday explain how it all works, once we finally figure it out. I suspect that we don't want to give you the story without giving you the ending, and we ourselves don't know the ending yet, so that'd be telling you prematurely. Trust us, though, it'll all make sense someday.
The other reason we can't tell you though, is that frankly, we like the confusion. I know that I personally get a rush when I see that look on your faces that says you're mentally playing "married, lovers or siblings", and drawing a complete blank while doing so. The best had to be Rob L down at the mall at lunch that time. He knows who I'm married to, he used to work at the same company as her. He wanted to ask, he was busting to ask, but couldn't think of a good way to ask. Tough when you can't pigeon hole stuff isn't it?
So that's my letter. Not really an apology, because there's nothing to be sorry about. Not really an explanation, becuase there's nothing to explain either. I guess it's more of a comiseration, since we understand where you're coming from. Honest, we do.
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