Opinions, Not Mine
Last night I joined Cesar for a concert of Indian classical music that was taking place in his neighborhood. As it happened, the inimitable Sanjeev was the only person among our circle of acquaintances to show up.
Inquiring as to one person who might have been there, Sanjeev asked "Where's ---? Is he suicidal again?" As Cesar and I were not sure whether to take quite such a dim view of things, we declined to speculate. Deprived of any details on this exciting topic, Sanjeev turned his attention to one of his favorite topics, the "inanity" of Cesar's conversation. Ah well. At least he has ceased asking me which languages I am fluent in.
Sanjeev categorized the concert as merely ok and not something that grabbed him. Being ignorant about Indian classical music, Cesar and I were content to enjoy it.
Inquiring as to one person who might have been there, Sanjeev asked "Where's ---? Is he suicidal again?" As Cesar and I were not sure whether to take quite such a dim view of things, we declined to speculate. Deprived of any details on this exciting topic, Sanjeev turned his attention to one of his favorite topics, the "inanity" of Cesar's conversation. Ah well. At least he has ceased asking me which languages I am fluent in.
Sanjeev categorized the concert as merely ok and not something that grabbed him. Being ignorant about Indian classical music, Cesar and I were content to enjoy it.
Labels: California, music, summer
posted by Karla at 5:14 PM
4 Comments:
So you hang out with this person because ... ?
We all (I think) have certain eccentric acquaintances. In fact, think of those who have come up in recent emails!
Perhaps the gods assign to us such individuals. Y'know, just to rein in uncontrolled cheer or enthusiasm. Dunno. Well, eccentric = good.
I suspect you're right on this. Heaven forbid that we might exude too much enthusiasm. Other acquaintances of mine perform the opposite function and are irritatingly over-enthused.
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