Come to Play

When things (read: real life conversations) don't go according to the script that I have already thought of, signed in triplicate, stamped, mailed, and reread in my head - I panic. Just a little. My panic is usually proportional to how close the conversation was to my script. Throw something in my direction that I didn't anticipate, and things can happen one of two ways. I can pretend to carry on the conversation in a plausible manner while silently thinking up of reasons why you said what you did (or if I was being too presumptuous or if we are very incompatible and should gradually drift away as the conversation slows down). Or I will throw something more unexpected your way - great relish and enjoyment of your refreshing response and thought process (or perhaps sudden fury and anger at your repulsive and unwanted comment). But, by all means, please don't let this discourage you from conversing with me. I will handle myself most appropriately. Or inappropriately. We'll see.

Oh, an important factor: many times, if I haven't prepared (myself) for the conversation, then I can panic and throw out half-baked, little notions. I will often try to cover what some may call spontaneity with a lot of "Never mind" or "Forget about it." Don't listen to me.