The mirror has two faces
I've always been a skeptic when it comes to the subject of cosmic forces regarding metaphysical lashes of fate (not the uniform theory of ceaseless expansion), though sometimes I come across occurrences that make me second guess myself, which admittedly, I abhor. Okay, so the run through goes something like this: I moved into my apartment building approximately a year a month and 11 days or so, give or take. In that time, I've come into contact with my (ex)-neighbor more times than I can count, and yet have spoken relatively few words to him in comparison. Generally speaking, I'm terrible with recognizing faces and great with names (I know, the exact opposite of what people normally say), so I knew what his last name was from his mailbox, being that it was right next to mine. About a month into the last school year, I realized that he was actually in one of my classes, not from recognition, mind you, but rather from a class roster. Being that this particular program only has about 35 full-time grad students, the chances of us living next to each other was already pretty miniscule.But then, a few months down the line, I also by chance ran into him at the hospital, in that we both work in the infectious disease division, although under different research grants. Still I didn't give it that much consideration, in that I usually skip along from task to task rather immune and oblivious to a lot of things that probably should be fairly obvious. Using a metaphor for carcinogenesis (not that this is by any means a terribly debilitating disease), after initiation of underlying cause, the integral promoter was yesterday. I was out at my gym in Clayton, which I had carefully picked because of the demographics of their gym junkies, essentially because I wanted to avoid all SLU-sters and other teenyboppers. I had just finished a short but exhilerating run, when I saw him again, 15 pound dumbbells in hand, doing a set of lunges with his trainer. What I asked myself was: is there no sanction for privacy??? It's not that these run-ins are necessarily annoying, it's the fact that we're by no means on friendly terms, and the expression that I gather from him is of subtle scorn or disparagement. But then again, as is my ever-overanalyzing way, he may mirroring my thoughts on the actual probability of these chance encounters. Who knows, with the path of progression thus far, he'll probably end up being a long lost cousin or something. Funny thought indeed, because that ancestry would have had to taken quite the turn, as judging by surname, he's Greek. :-)
And in yet another unexpected circumstance, I think I'll make a note to push myself to the point of exhaustion, up the the threshold of purely crazed insanity more often. Turns out that a couple weeks back, I, in a semi-dilusional state started diagramming out cortexes of distorted penguins to explain dioxin exposure on a toxicology exam. Apparently my mind, in combination with caffeine and sleep deprivation goes to a very very strange place filled with lovable waddling creatures... And so knowing this, when I got my exam back today, the horror and dread had already set in hours prior. There was a big, fat, horribly red "101" on it. My first thought was that this must be graded on a weighted scale out of 500 points or something. Um yeah, it wasn't. I got an extra credit point. And so, I must say much thanks to my not in any way, even remotely artistic abilities, and of course, to my dear friend, the penguin.
posted by Sheila @ 10/07/2004 06:32:00 PM
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