Today two STRANGE things happened…
I’ll do it in order of backwards chronology:
In Virginia Woolf class, an idea or two that I brought up was actually listened to, and not dismissed out of hand! I know. I’m as shocked as you!
The first thing today that was bizarre was being told that I was(and I quote) “a diva”
Now, some of you may know the person who may have said this, and I will point out that I have neither said nor done anything angry, mean, untoward or just plain jerkish to this guy in this year, and half of last year. I’ve been damned near polite to him. Well, as polite towards him as anyone really….but diva? Now, looking up the definition on webster.com, we see that diva points to Prima Donna, now I don’t fit the first definition there, so let’s look at the second:
2 : an extremely sensitive, vain, or undisciplined person
Well, I’ll admit that I’m arrogant, but I don’t quite know if that applies to vanity as well, as I figure I’m about average on the looks scale, somewhere between skunk’s ass and garbage truck wheel…and here’s where this guy made the error. I’m an arrogant asshole, NOT a diva. So after I was done laughing at being called a diva, I was asked to shake hands with him, so I held it out and said ‘well, from one diva to another’….
he refused to shake my hand, noting quite vehemently that he was not a diva, and was one of the most humble people around.
yeahhhhh
