Disclaimers: ER is not mine. Romano is not mine. No characer from ER is mine. Okay, that established, this entry is mine.
Enter Romano:
How is it that they never recognize humor when it bites them in the ass? Are they really that dense? Or am I far above them? Or maybe we all stand on the same playing field, but I'm facing the other way. Maybe I see the world through glasses-not rosey ones, but tinted glasses of another color, another kind. Yellow maybe. They say yellow is an abrasive color,
that children raised in yellow rooms will be more violent, more unlikable. I don't know. I haven't had much experience with children. Thank God. I don't particularly like children,
and from what I can tell, they don't particularly like me. I don't do high pitched baby talk. For starters, my voice doesn't go that high. Furthermore, why would I speak to a child as though they were mentally handicapped? I speak to them the way I speak to everyone else. That opens a new question. Do I really speak to children as adults or is it that I speak to adults as children?
Everyone, go to college. Already been? Go back. Keep going back untill we can have an intellegent conversation or enlightened debate.
Why is it no one shares my passion for debate? I try to begin one, and everyone takes it personally. Really, it's so baffling. Why have a position if you aren't going to defend it? I might not even be questioning it, just playing devil's advocate. It's not personal and shouldn't be taken that way.
I don't mean that nothing I say is personal. Some of it is, but not all, and not as much as people seem to think is.
Why am I being defensive now of all times? Defending my behavior, my tendancies, to a journal? A God Damned journal! This is absurd. Like something one of the kiddies downstairs would do.
Maybe Carter, Kovach... Gallant? Well, I'm impressed that I could remember that many names.
You want to know the great irony? The one person from work who I truely detest, thoroughly despise, and wish a thousand plagues on, she's the only one I have any respect for. Not that I stand behind her lifestyle or anything like that, but she's got balls. That's why I hate her I suppose. She's got the guts to tell me everything that's wrong with me, with the hospital, with everything. What a bitch. Why she got me elected chief of staff, I will never know. I mean I know why, I'm an incredibly capable administrator and a gifted surgeon, but that she backed me on that is a bit surprising. Most would let their personal prejudices stand in the way of doing the right thing. Or playing politics. Either way, I'm here.
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