The last time I saw that person she had a bottle of hooch with her. She's resurfaced, again with a bottle of hooch. Hungover this time rather than in a grim party mood. A glib talker, with something "off". There are some people who are exciting, but the frequent drama is just a little disturbing, and one wishes to actually keep them at a distance because of hints that all may not be right, there are just those things you know, and why does there always seem to be something that does not quite compute? Can't put my finger on it. Don't want to be that involved. Interesting. Might read about it in the paper.
Myself, I am not a thrilling person.
But I get along well with people who are. I am capable of being a diplomat.
Despite never having been to charm school, I can smile and blandly murmur.
Some people I am glad I don't know more than just in passing.
It is best to be merely background, temporary.
Don't mind me.
I suspect that people who are always the centre of attention may be good at that. An ego thing, rather than any actual talents or achievements. Like a can of gasoline and a spark, rather than careful polishing and a hard surface.
They gravitate toward richer circles, because that's where the circling is rich.
There isn't a shred of plain cabbage in their lives.
It's all sardine, baby!
I suspect that the next time I run across her there will be liquour in the handbag.
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