GOOD EGG BAD SEED
There are people who only cry in private and people who only cry in public.
People who clean their mouse regularly and people who think Somethingâs
wrong with my mouse over and over.
People who recycle, first washing out the cut-off corners of plastic milk sacs
as solicitously as if they were contact lenses, and people who
throw Burger King bags out the car window.
People who open the door for you and people you open the door for.
People who open the door for you and you appreciate it and people who
open the door for you and itâs irritating.
People who love it when you open the door for themand people who refuse to let you do it, they want to be the door-opener, and you have a little fight about it.
People who play Boggle and people who would rather be shot in the head.
People who keep eight rolls of toilet paper in the bathroomat all times and
people who call out to other people.
You like an epiphany or you like a surprise.
You are a binary thinker or you are and you arenât.
You say you basically dismantle 500 years of Western metaphysics in one
fell swoop or you nap under a leafâs lip.
You think Modigliani painted nipples too small or you think Emily Carr painted trees too big.
You boil too much pasta or you donât boil enough.
You know all the different kinds of lentils or you resent your vegetarian
dinner guests.
Mangoes arenât worth the hairs in your teeth or they are.
Terror of disorder keeps you up at night or terror of order does.
You have a way with animals or squirrels smell your fear and attack.
Youâd like to be cremated because you believe in ethereal reincarnation rather than bodily resurrection or youâd like to be cremated just to be sure youâre really dead when they put you down there.
Youâre not a group person or you go to political rallies and youâre the first to shout âShame!â during the speeches.
You go to rallies because you care about the issues or you go to pick up girls.
You eat the dark meat because you prefer it or you eat the dark meat because other people want the white meat.
You think the only way to respond to a poem is to write another poem or you think the only way to respond to a poem is to run the other way.
To you, beating the system means making fake passports or beating the system means breaking the stems off the broccoli in Zehrs.
You once rescued a duck or you once bagged a buck.
Your mother put peanut butter in the gutter of your celery or she filled it with Cheez Whiz.
You are torn between the Green Party and the NDP or you are torn between the Alliance and the Christian Heritage Party. Either way, you can say both are pretty good on the gay issue.
You flex your back or you flick your Bic.
Youâd like a cat in a basket or youâd like a bat in a casket.
You think youâre too flat in the bazooms or too fat in the caboose.
Are you eyeing my cup of java or fucking up my vagina?
Howard Hughes ate no oranges and Allen Ginsberg ate them whole, including rind, pith and seeds.
You believe in fate and are paralyzed by the thought of your own powerlessness or you donât believe in fate and are paralyzed by indecision.
You think they donât pick up the phone because theyâre out of town or you think they donât pick up because theyâre screening and they hate you.
You need to smarten up or you need to dumb down.
You are always a bridesmaid never a bride or you are always a bride and donât have bridesmaids because you pissed off all your friends by marrying their husbands.
People think you are a good egg or a bad seed.
A free spirit or a freeloader.
You subscribe to Gourmet magazine or you donât want fruit in soup.
You get Gloria Steinem and Gertrude Stein mixed up or you get the Bangles and the Go-Goâs mixed up.
Or Orson Welles, H. G. Wells and George Orwell.
You see an ad for a Ford SUV claiming their new folding back seat, the result of sophisticated problem-solving, âliterally lets you have your cake and eat it tooâ and you think literally!? well, theyâve just undermined their argument with an unsophisticated grammatical flaw and you think of calling the number at the bottom of the page â a little word to the wise â but of course you would never do such a thing, or you wouldnât do such a thing except for once when you impulsively called the Real-Fruit Gummies people to tell them you got a bag with no green gummies in it, telling yourself theyâll want to know about flaws in production and secretly speculating that theymight send you a free bag, maybe even a crate, maybe a lifetime supply of green ones, but the eighteen-year-old RealFruit Gummies customer service representative on the other end just said âOoooooKayâ like you were a complete nincompoop and now you think Why not? Iâve already wasted ten minutes thinking about this, why not call Ford? So you call and explain to the eighteen-year-old kid whose first word is âOoooooKayâ that âliterallyâ means not figuratively and that the ad is telling us thereâs cake in the truck that weâre having and eating, but sheâs not really cluing in, not really grasping the urgency of the situation, and at the end of each of your sentences you hear your own voice in her ears and know thatâs all she has to go on, she doesnât know how attractive and sporty and well-rounded you are and you can tell she is wondering if this is a prank call or you are a pervert or, worse â as your voice gets both thinner and more shrill, if thatâs possible â someone who needs to get out more.
You need to get out more or you need to get in more.
You need to branch out or you need to put down roots.
You think a pap smear involves the Vatican somehow or you have an apron that says Bar-B-Cutie on it and you wear it.
When you see a flag at half-mast you worry another former prime minister has died or you worry another Ramone has died.
You prefer the smell of chai, lavender bushes and line-dried laundry or basketballs, Magic Markers and puddles of gasoline.
Youâd rather have to eat too many mini marshmallows or too much kelp.
Youâve fallen for a line or youâve fallen for a sentence.
You are irritable or iterable.
The figurative sway of language being uncommonly effective on you, you canât eat blood oranges while you can eat candy-apple red nail polish.
Or you live in Puce.
Your idea of self-discipline is to abstain from sex or your idea of self-discipline is to call yourself a naughty girl and take yourself to bed.
You think Ian Hanomansing was once husky or you think he will be husky.
You think Ian Hanomansing is the next Peter Mansbridge or you think Peter Mansbridge is the next Queen Mum.
Youâd rather carve a war monument or youâd rather carve a loon.
Artillary or fritillary.
If you could turn back time, you would lock your bike or you would warn your students never to open an essay by quoting Cher.
Youâd rather be thought of as dumb and actually be smart or youâd rather be thought of as smart and actually be dumb.
If you knew youâd be absolutely alone for two months, youâd never get out of the bathtub or youâd never get into the bathtub.
You talk loudly in airport lineups or you are Canadian.
You used to think honeycomb was man-made or you used to think Mt.
Rushmore was a natural phenomenon.
You are in tiptop shape or you are a teapot shape.
You chose or you were born that way.
No pulp or extra pulp.
A breeze blows around you or a breeze blows through you.
Youâve all but given up on the perennial pur...