First off, yes, it's been awhile. Since brevity is the soul of wit, I'll let my explanation be summed up in the words "finals" and "Christmas," and assume you understand.
Back to business.
The subject of this post may not be known firsthand by the general public. She is not extremely common. But at this point, I'm sure you trust that I know what I'm talking about, and really, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.
So picture this. You're having a wonderful conversation with a few friends. Let's say you're talking about gazelles.
Betty: "Oh! Gazelles are such fantastic creatures!"
Lou: "How effortlessly they leap away from danger!"
Sally: "Gazelles just bring me so much joy to think about!"
Cathy Commenter: "Oh gazelles! My brother and I had a conversation about gazelles once. But that was about three months before he died at the hand of a crazy man who thought he was actually Scar from The Lion King and that my brother's name was Mufasa. It was tragic, really."
Delightful.
See what she did there? In under 45 seconds, Cathy Commenter has essentially taken an axe and went into that conversation Crime and Punishment style, and all she needed was a bit of unrelated and slightly morbid information.
If, by chance, her brother had been killed in a tragic gazelle stampede (AKA, was actually Mufasa) I would allow her the comment. But no. This is not the case. At which point I then deem Cathy the fun sponge of the room. The awkward fun sponge. And not haha awkward. Uncomfortable awkward.
It takes a lot for me to deem someone uncomfortably awkward.
Congratulations Cathy. You're more awkward than Rick Perry forgetting his own political plan of action.
Add some sass to your class,
Jenna
