No, the poster was mine (and was in fact the story I told over pizza). I saw the poster and decided I had to buy it. I took it back to our dorm room, stuck tape on the back, and put it on the wall. Then I stepped back to see whether I'd gotten it straight (pretty easy to spot on a cindereblock wall), and I had ... but on reflection I decided that that particular poster shouldn't be straight. So I tilted it ever so slightly and wondered when Ray would notice.
He showed up, commented on the poster, and a couple of us ... I think dmk was the other person ... teased him about how of course the ink contained a contact poison.
About three days later he finally said, "Moonunit, do you realize that poster is crooked?"
"Yes," I answered, "Three degrees."
His face did funny things for a few seconds before he blurted out, "You measured it?!"
A few days later I tilted it the same amount in the opposite direction. (I forgot to mention that detail yesterday.)
Standard line #1: I never said I was nice. <evil grin>
Is it weird that I can remember it was tilted? And when I asked, you 'fessed that you had done it on purpose. I laughed.
I didn't know about the poison. That's just hysterical. I can just hear him in my mind's ear sputtering out the "You measured it?" query.
You ARE nice. You were just trying to live it down. You were always more scary than he (to me, anyway.) I only realized that (or re-realized it) this evening. Long drives are hazardous to my (limited) mental health.
Odd to remember that it was tilted? I dunno ... it's funny what details stick, y'know?
He was pretty sure we were joking about the poison, but he wasn't absolutely sure, so he wouldn't touch the poster with bare skin.
And I wasn't really trying to live down the nice thing -- it's perfectly fine for other people to call me nice -- but I'm careful not to say it myself specifically so that I can continue to use that line after I've done something eeevil. ;-)
Actually, I never understood folks finding me scary (though I do understand not finding Ray scary. But apparently some folks really worried that I was dangerous in some nebulous, unspecified way. Confused the heck out of me.
I do have an admittedly more nebulous memory of the not touching of the poster. That's John for you: playing along, making you wonder is he playing or being 'for real?' I can't speak for others finding you scary. For me....it wasn't a bad scary exactly. Dangerous? No, perhaps unpredictable would fit better there. And that quality is attractive at the same time that it's scary/nerve-wracking. There was no darkness in him and there is in you (or was; don't know now.) Darkness isn't a bad thing. It's an element, an aspect, a source (for me a source of art, of bdsm, and, however strange this may seem, of compassion and empathy.) My own darkness feeds whatever it is in me that some people call intimidating. It's controlled now in a way that was impossible in my past. I don't fight its existence and I don't succumb to it. (If that makes any sense. Still in the #$%% fog.) Still reeling from earlier private exchange, too.
Re: Paranoid?
He showed up, commented on the poster, and a couple of us ... I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dmk was the other person ... teased him about how of course the ink contained a contact poison.
About three days later he finally said, "Moonunit, do you realize that poster is crooked?"
"Yes," I answered, "Three degrees."
His face did funny things for a few seconds before he blurted out, "You measured it?!"
A few days later I tilted it the same amount in the opposite direction. (I forgot to mention that detail yesterday.)
Standard line #1: I never said I was nice. <evil grin>
Re: Paranoid?
I didn't know about the poison. That's just hysterical. I can just hear him in my mind's ear sputtering out the "You measured it?" query.
You ARE nice. You were just trying to live it down. You were always more scary than he (to me, anyway.) I only realized that (or re-realized it) this evening. Long drives are hazardous to my (limited) mental health.
Re: Paranoid?
He was pretty sure we were joking about the poison, but he wasn't absolutely sure, so he wouldn't touch the poster with bare skin.
And I wasn't really trying to live down the nice thing -- it's perfectly fine for other people to call me nice -- but I'm careful not to say it myself specifically so that I can continue to use that line after I've done something eeevil. ;-)
Actually, I never understood folks finding me scary (though I do understand not finding Ray scary. But apparently some folks really worried that I was dangerous in some nebulous, unspecified way. Confused the heck out of me.
Scary
I can't speak for others finding you scary. For me....it wasn't a bad scary exactly. Dangerous? No, perhaps unpredictable would fit better there. And that quality is attractive at the same time that it's scary/nerve-wracking. There was no darkness in him and there is in you (or was; don't know now.)
Darkness isn't a bad thing. It's an element, an aspect, a source (for me a source of art, of bdsm, and, however strange this may seem, of compassion and empathy.)
My own darkness feeds whatever it is in me that some people call intimidating. It's controlled now in a way that was impossible in my past. I don't fight its existence and I don't succumb to it. (If that makes any sense. Still in the #$%% fog.) Still reeling from earlier private exchange, too.