Why Are You the Way You Are?
Aug. 2nd, 2003 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojComing back from the museum, we were puzzled by a strange rattling sound outside our car, like something metallic hitting the side of the car. We puzzled over it until suddenly I had the bright idea to look in my side mirror, and immediately solved the mystery.
"Oh - it's my car keys. I left them in the lock." I rolled down my window and brought them inside as Chris laughed at me. Not with me, at me.
"What?" I finally asked.
"What's wrong with you? You leave your housekeys in the front door all the time... are you gonna start doing this too now?"
"Well... at least now we know what it sounds like when I do that," I pointed out rather defensively.
"But normal people don't have to know what it sounds like. What's the matter with you? Why are you the way you are?"
"I am as God made me."
"No you're not. God wouldn't make anything like you."
We laughed together and a while later he said something else strange, prompting me to ask, "What's the matter with you? Why are you the way you are?"
"Choice."
"Oh - it's my car keys. I left them in the lock." I rolled down my window and brought them inside as Chris laughed at me. Not with me, at me.
"What?" I finally asked.
"What's wrong with you? You leave your housekeys in the front door all the time... are you gonna start doing this too now?"
"Well... at least now we know what it sounds like when I do that," I pointed out rather defensively.
"But normal people don't have to know what it sounds like. What's the matter with you? Why are you the way you are?"
"I am as God made me."
"No you're not. God wouldn't make anything like you."
We laughed together and a while later he said something else strange, prompting me to ask, "What's the matter with you? Why are you the way you are?"
"Choice."
