in which melannen tries to post about her 'rl' more

[melannen]

Sometimes it occurs to me that I am even odder as a person than even I realized.

Fr. ex., I'm sitting here at work waiting eagerly for my lunch break to start in fifteen minutes. Not because I am hungry - I actually managed a reasonable breakfast today - or because I need the break from work - it's been a pretty quiet morning - but because on my lunch break I can go read poetry to the dead fox.

(gosh, I hope the dead fox is still there, I am almost through the poetry book.)

Comments

[stultiloquentia]

It is a good thing to read poetry, and really, you might as well be poetry while you're reading it.

[melannen]

And if you have a book of poetry you're reading, and there's a dead fox there, you might as well read the poetry to the dead fox, right.

(I ran out of poetry book. If it's still there at my lunch spot next week I might have to move on to fairy tales book.)

[zlabya]

I was thinking you might be reading poetry to the fox as sort of a death ritual for it. Although perhaps more precisely, as your friend said, you were being poetry.

[melannen]

It was poetry about stuff like freedom-and-death-as-metaphor, so I did feel like it was appropriate in that way. If it'd been erotic love poetry I might have decided better not.

[dhampyresa]

What did the dead fox thing of the poetry?

[melannen]

Well, it's been there waiting for me every lunch hour so far, so I figure if it hasn't left it must like it ok.