sur·ly pronunciation: \ˈsər-lē\ function: adjective

irritably sullen and churlish in mood or manner: crabbed

iamsurly

iamsurly
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October 22
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ex-heiress
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Charming young lady, with sharp tongue and vocabulary of a seasoned longshoreman, who carries in her handbag worn and tattered membership cards to the Mayflower Society and Daughters of the American Revolution, for which her dues are in arrears.

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SEPTEMBER 12, 2009 3:07PM

Trust Me, If I Wanted To Know, I Would Ask!

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You may find this hard to believe, since I'm such a witty gal, but I suck at small talk.  I, honest to God, can't find a thing to say when I am at a party of people I don't know well.  I perpetually screw up interviews because I can't think of anything "chatty" to say or questions to ask that show I'm interested.  It isn't that I'm not interested, but I'm a better listener than I am a conversationalist.  If I know a person, even moderately well, I can rally for a chat at a cocktail party and on a number of subjects, I can talk your ear off.  However, if I don't know you well, the onus is on you to get the conversation started.  With some exceptions...

 Like today at the gym for instance.  I'm on the stair climber, earphones in my ears, and eyes on a Law and Order rerun on my personal TV. I'm there to workout.  I don't want to be there, but the fat on my ass demands it.  I pay extra to workout at the gym with the fancy personal TVs so that I can distract myself for the 30-45 minutes I'm on the machine and get through the workout so I can go home and do something I like instead. Like drink wine and eat Doritos.  I am not here to listen to the guy next to me, who is ignoring my earphones like they aren't  swinging back and forth in front of his face with each step.  I try turning away from him and looking off into the distance to give him the subtle "I can't hear you" hint, but no go, he taps me on the shoulder. Fuck! 

For the next 10 minutes, and they were a very long 10 minutes, he proceeds to tell me everything about his life that I really don't want to know and the life of the woman who used my arrival on the stair climbers to escape (Bitch!).  This monologue, through most of which I just nodded and tried to listen through my earphones to what Sam Waterston was arguing in court about, got me thinking that there are a number of things I don't want to know about a person I've just met, particularly if I don't even know their name.  They are, in no particular order:

1. How much money you make.

2. How much money your spouse, children, brother, neighbor, or cousin-in-law makes.

3. How much money you lost in the markets this year.

4. How much you paid for your house.

5. How much you think your house is worth.

6. That the government, the gym, the gas station, the guy you buy your weed from, or whoever is totally ripping you off.

7. What kind of car you drive and how great a deal you got on it.

8. What size underwear you wear or where you buy them.

9. What you think of President Obama.

10. What you think of Sarah Palin.

11. Your views on abortion.

12. Your relationship with God, Jehovah, Jesus, Hare Krishna, or Tom Cruise.

13. What you ate for breakfast.

14. Where you went to college and how you're still paying off your student loans.

15. The life story of someone you know that I've never heard of.

16. Your medical history.

17. Your thoughts on the health care debate.

18. That you have an iPhone, and what applications you have downloaded.

19. What you do for a living.

20. That you sell Amway, water filters, air purifiers, acai berries, real estate, life insurance,  Girl Scout cookies, or magazines.

21. That you have a rash and aren't sure why.

22.  That you're working on a screenplay.

23. What you think about what I do or should do for a living.

24. That you think I would be a great mother.

25.  That you're on Twitter and I should totally follow you.

 Trust me, if I really wanted to know any of this about you, I would ask you - starting with "And, your name is?"

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This, does not necessarily go for any of you... you I find fascinating and really want to know more about... How is that rash by the way?
Oh cool, I'll PM you all about my screenplay.
I love this post, you surly girl!
Rated
I see my old bf Chuck is back at THAT gym again. Lucky you....Wait until he starts telling you his schedule for the next three days. You'll almost hope for a slip and fall.
Harry - I am dying to read it. Is there a part for me?

junk1 - thanks!

O'Really - you should have mentioned the thing with Chuck's right eye... it's TOTALLY distracting and would have made it easier for me to spot him coming.
or...How you lost 50 fucking pounds.....
or...How Weight Watchers is the most innovative program of our generation
OH!....
and I sold air and water filters...a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away! ;-p
fab- The Weight Watchers women seem to get the same hardsell training as the Jehovah's Witnesses and used car salesmen.
So, what I hear you saying is: "sssssshhhhhhhhhhhh"
I agree with everything except for the selling of Girl Scout cookies. If the guy has some chocolate thin mints in his car, we are taking this conversation outside. Fuck the stairmaster and that bowflex bullshit - I need my thin mints!
Yeah but um, littlewille, I'd be leery of buying Thin Mints off a guy from the gym... ya know what I'm sayin'?
...or the surgery you just had or are about to have or why.
I don't know about this. My first question is usually #8. But then I'm a guy. In case you're interested, jockeys, Rite-Aid.

Funny stuff and proof that you are, indeed, surly. Which is good. So am I. R
Awww... I think he likes you-butt fat and all.
I resemble your first paragraph. I know! Who could believe it?

I just don't like most people. People suck. People have caused most of the grief in my life, so I try to stay away from most of them. Then there are the ones that I DO like. I like THOSE people.
LMAO! Loved this!

Rated!
Yeah, some guy I barely met told me all about his 12-step program and I felt the same way. And one woman jumped right into her menopausal issues. Sheesh.

Smart and surlyesque.
Small talk is greatly overrated. And that guy at the gym is reason I exercise at home.
Well, then you certinly don't want to sit next to my kids on the school bus. They will share more than you EVER wanted to know about their bodily functions.
Hilarious! I think that guy is at every gym. R
If the guy isn't hitting on you, then he's venting. Tell anyone who chooses you to be their personal dictaphone that 1. you're a therapist to the stars. 2. you'd be happy to sort out all this mental garbage with him but it would be unethical (this is where you mumble the words "liability and insurance issues"). 3. tell him to call your office for an appointment (six months in advance, thank you very much). 4. your fee is $1400 per 1/2 hr session, paid in advance.

I'm googling cattleprods right now!
He's hitting on youuu....badly. As in, no wonder his life is a mess. xox
That always happens to me on airplanes, too. I'm really a very friendly person, but I don't like to be chatted up by my seat mate when flying (and I want to choose when I'm friendly.) I always end up with a neck cramp and most of all, I just don't care what they have to say. And why that seems to translate to people as "TALK TO ME - A LOT," I have never figured out.
I think you're lucky. Usually right after I tell them I'm queer and ask to meet their daughter they leave post haste... ;)
I don't even want to know some of these things about some people I like! I knew a guy who showed people pictures from his colonoscopy. Boundaries, people!
hehehehh
"the fat on my ass demands it" I did read the rest, I swear, but that line- I've got tears coming out my eyes
I'm going to be saying it in my head for the next week- course my fat will be demanding company, not a workout.
I am so much like you with the small talk thing, but for the most part it's because I'm just not interested lol. I would definitely have told the guy in the gym to leave me alone, I HATE being bothered when I'm working out, it's painful enough as it is!

Great list.
Boundaries! Yes! Sometimes I'd like a small little electric force field around my person that delivers a nice painful shock to anyone who gets too close to my personal space. I guess I could also carry a taser - or a cattleprod if I get one for my birthday. :)

Julie- most of the time the fat on my ass demands chocolate chip cookies or really salty potato chips. It has a mind of it's own and could use to learn a little about boundaries as well.
Surly, this is most certainly one of my major peeves...thanks for expressing my disdain in your inimitable, colorful way....lol. Rated!
my gawd, if anyone has ever exhibited a more perfect example of logorrhea, I'd like to know about it...well, maybe not. I don't get where people can ask those kind of questions of another person unless they've already planned on marriage. gah!
Wait, so does this mean you don't want to know about my recent shoulder surgery? Freaky got me Chocolate Demerol and everything.

Btw, why bother hinting? If anybody I'm trying to ignore taps me on the shoulder (even the good one), I just yell, "YO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" But then, I'm good at small talk...
The minute this shit starts, I'm outta there. Cannot stomach bullshit talk.

Now, about your rash...
Sally - If you give me your chocolate Demerol, you can talk to me about whatever ailment you want... including the rash you're getting from the bandages :)

bbd - way to use logorrhea in a sentence.
Funny, and true! That happens to me all the time.
I find coughing and/or sneezing on them, followed by, "I can't seem to shake this damn flu!!! My nose is stuffed up, my ears are stuffed up - I can't even hear the damn tv!!!! " usually works for me.

If not, I usually follow up with a not-so-subtle "SHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! The voices in my head are talking to me and YOU'RE INTERRUPTING THEM!!!!"

Thumbed. I have an idea about turning this into a screenplay, why not come on over? While you're at, if you could bring some cortisone-10 for my rash I'd appreciate it.
Amen. It's so annoying when people just start talking to you about themselves. On the other hand, it gives you something to write about. ;)