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		<title>By: heather</title>
		<link>http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2009/05/08/the-twisted-state-of-conversation/#comment-2917</link>
		<dc:creator>heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 18:35:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>People always want to talk to me. I don&#039;t care where I am, someone will find me and talk to me like I&#039;m there long lost sister. My husband affectionately calls it the &quot;flypaper for freaks&quot; factor. It&#039;s NEVER the boring people. I do the same thing though, if I&#039;m in line or at a counter, and someone makes eye contact with me, I immediately have to know where they got their shoes. Like draws like, I guess.

&lt;strong&gt;We have a lot in common.&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>People always want to talk to me. I don&#8217;t care where I am, someone will find me and talk to me like I&#8217;m there long lost sister. My husband affectionately calls it the &#8220;flypaper for freaks&#8221; factor. It&#8217;s NEVER the boring people. I do the same thing though, if I&#8217;m in line or at a counter, and someone makes eye contact with me, I immediately have to know where they got their shoes. Like draws like, I guess.</p>
<p><strong>We have a lot in common.</strong></p>
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		<title>By: Pammy Girl</title>
		<link>http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2009/05/08/the-twisted-state-of-conversation/#comment-2908</link>
		<dc:creator>Pammy Girl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 15:39:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There are indeed millions of us out there and for the life of me, I just can&#039;t figure out why people are A) afraid of us; or B) think we&#039;re weird. Aren&#039;t we the people who make life interesting? Don&#039;t we make the world better for everyone else by providing conversational fodder?

Ya, that&#039;s what I thought.

&lt;strong&gt;People are uptight, fearful, assholes:)  Signed: Judge Judy:)&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There are indeed millions of us out there and for the life of me, I just can&#8217;t figure out why people are A) afraid of us; or B) think we&#8217;re weird. Aren&#8217;t we the people who make life interesting? Don&#8217;t we make the world better for everyone else by providing conversational fodder?</p>
<p>Ya, that&#8217;s what I thought.</p>
<p><strong>People are uptight, fearful, assholes:)  Signed: Judge Judy:)</strong></p>
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		<title>By: Soapbox Diva</title>
		<link>http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2009/05/08/the-twisted-state-of-conversation/#comment-2897</link>
		<dc:creator>Soapbox Diva</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 22:34:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yea, I wanna know how he made the offer in the laudromat if he couldn&#039;t speak English??  Did he mime it or what?

I knew sooner or later you would mention me in here.....

&quot;And I’m not suggesting I’m interested in the idiots who preach at me or think they know it all&quot;

.....but I just want to say, I do not think I know it all, in fact am certain I do not.....lol....I just know a little....and I am bad, bad, bad about spouting off sometimes....hence the name...I DO carry a soapbox around with me.  A few issues can get me going!

And you know I decided a long time ago two things.....they were necessary for my long term happiness in life.  

One,  the only &#039;rule&#039; I was going to think was important enough to follow in my life (forget what all the churches were trying to tell me to do) was that I should treat every person I come in to contact with, in a respectful manner due a human being........I know, I know, you don&#039;t totally agree with that.  Unless he&#039;s in prison for doing something crappy, and someone is doing even shittier things to him.  

And two, I decided no matter what other people did, how they acted, if they whispered about me, whatever.....I was going to &#039;take&#039; it all as love.  LOL!  If you meant something nasty towards me, you were going to have to be all out blatant about it!  And even then I decided I would take it as love....lol....it just made my world more peaceful that way!  Ya know!

And Bad Alice, she threw the dime cause the dirt wad had the audacity to be on his phone during a performance!  What an idiot!  LOL

So while I will try and respect your &#039;preachin&#039; comment Pam, I&#039;m still taking it as &#039;love&#039;, kay?  LOL, oh and what Florida amusement park?  I&#039;m curious!  I missed that post if there was one!

&lt;strong&gt;He said, &quot;Can I lick your pussy?&quot; like they were the first English words he&#039;d ever spoken, with a very heavy accent.

And I WAS NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU!!!  This is not a conversation.  This is a blog!  You are leaving comments!  It&#039;s different!  I LIKE COMMENTS.

I had to search a bit, but I found the post that includes the infamous &quot;park incident&quot;: http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2007/12/06/disneyworld-at-christmas/&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yea, I wanna know how he made the offer in the laudromat if he couldn&#8217;t speak English??  Did he mime it or what?</p>
<p>I knew sooner or later you would mention me in here&#8230;..</p>
<p>&#8220;And I’m not suggesting I’m interested in the idiots who preach at me or think they know it all&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8230;..but I just want to say, I do not think I know it all, in fact am certain I do not&#8230;..lol&#8230;.I just know a little&#8230;.and I am bad, bad, bad about spouting off sometimes&#8230;.hence the name&#8230;I DO carry a soapbox around with me.  A few issues can get me going!</p>
<p>And you know I decided a long time ago two things&#8230;..they were necessary for my long term happiness in life.  </p>
<p>One,  the only &#8216;rule&#8217; I was going to think was important enough to follow in my life (forget what all the churches were trying to tell me to do) was that I should treat every person I come in to contact with, in a respectful manner due a human being&#8230;&#8230;..I know, I know, you don&#8217;t totally agree with that.  Unless he&#8217;s in prison for doing something crappy, and someone is doing even shittier things to him.  </p>
<p>And two, I decided no matter what other people did, how they acted, if they whispered about me, whatever&#8230;..I was going to &#8216;take&#8217; it all as love.  LOL!  If you meant something nasty towards me, you were going to have to be all out blatant about it!  And even then I decided I would take it as love&#8230;.lol&#8230;.it just made my world more peaceful that way!  Ya know!</p>
<p>And Bad Alice, she threw the dime cause the dirt wad had the audacity to be on his phone during a performance!  What an idiot!  LOL</p>
<p>So while I will try and respect your &#8216;preachin&#8217; comment Pam, I&#8217;m still taking it as &#8216;love&#8217;, kay?  LOL, oh and what Florida amusement park?  I&#8217;m curious!  I missed that post if there was one!</p>
<p><strong>He said, &#8220;Can I lick your pussy?&#8221; like they were the first English words he&#8217;d ever spoken, with a very heavy accent.</p>
<p>And I WAS NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU!!!  This is not a conversation.  This is a blog!  You are leaving comments!  It&#8217;s different!  I LIKE COMMENTS.</p>
<p>I had to search a bit, but I found the post that includes the infamous &#8220;park incident&#8221;: <a href="http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2007/12/06/disneyworld-at-christmas/" rel="nofollow">http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2007/12/06/disneyworld-at-christmas/</a></strong></p>
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		<title>By: morethananelectrician</title>
		<link>http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2009/05/08/the-twisted-state-of-conversation/#comment-2895</link>
		<dc:creator>morethananelectrician</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 20:53:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You always stuck me as a &quot;talker&quot;...I can carry on a conversation, but love silence.

It is rare that you find two people with a good balance of talking and listening...a true conversation.

&lt;strong&gt;To put it lightly, yes, I&#039;m a talker:)  But when I&#039;m with someone who has something to say, you would never know it.&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You always stuck me as a &#8220;talker&#8221;&#8230;I can carry on a conversation, but love silence.</p>
<p>It is rare that you find two people with a good balance of talking and listening&#8230;a true conversation.</p>
<p><strong>To put it lightly, yes, I&#8217;m a talker:)  But when I&#8217;m with someone who has something to say, you would never know it.</strong></p>
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		<title>By: Bad Alice</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bad Alice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 13:45:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Why did you drive a nun to Philadelphia? And why did you throw a dime at a man in the audience of Rent? And what about that offer in the laundromat? And why a laundromat? 

I have the same reaction to conversation - I get high and exhilarated. I&#039;m a Gemini through and through when it comes to that. Unfortunately sometimes my conversation skids along, bumping into other people. I don&#039;t mean to interrupt - I think it&#039;s a bit of bipolar peeking through. I just want to jump right into the conversation and splash around.

A friend recently came to visit and I thought my head my split in two I was so excited to talk with someone. Not that I don&#039;t like talking to my husband, but you can&#039;t just talk to one person all the time.

&lt;strong&gt;You make me laugh with your questions:)  I was becoming a Catholic -- back in 1992 or so -- and she needed a ride, so I offered.  I threw a dime at the dude cause he was checking his messages during Angel&#039;s death scene &amp; totally broke the spell &amp; the other alternative was to cut his heart out (it&#039;s an entry and it happened back in February).  As for the laundromat, the dude saw me carrying my laundry in and the place was empty, so he took the opportunity.

And I&#039;m glad to hear someone else gets wacked out by conversation:)&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why did you drive a nun to Philadelphia? And why did you throw a dime at a man in the audience of Rent? And what about that offer in the laundromat? And why a laundromat? </p>
<p>I have the same reaction to conversation &#8211; I get high and exhilarated. I&#8217;m a Gemini through and through when it comes to that. Unfortunately sometimes my conversation skids along, bumping into other people. I don&#8217;t mean to interrupt &#8211; I think it&#8217;s a bit of bipolar peeking through. I just want to jump right into the conversation and splash around.</p>
<p>A friend recently came to visit and I thought my head my split in two I was so excited to talk with someone. Not that I don&#8217;t like talking to my husband, but you can&#8217;t just talk to one person all the time.</p>
<p><strong>You make me laugh with your questions:)  I was becoming a Catholic &#8212; back in 1992 or so &#8212; and she needed a ride, so I offered.  I threw a dime at the dude cause he was checking his messages during Angel&#8217;s death scene &amp; totally broke the spell &amp; the other alternative was to cut his heart out (it&#8217;s an entry and it happened back in February).  As for the laundromat, the dude saw me carrying my laundry in and the place was empty, so he took the opportunity.</p>
<p>And I&#8217;m glad to hear someone else gets wacked out by conversation:)</strong></p>
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		<title>By: JavaQueen</title>
		<link>http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2009/05/08/the-twisted-state-of-conversation/#comment-2890</link>
		<dc:creator>JavaQueen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 05:22:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;d love to sit with you sometime and pick your brain.  Just the fact that you wrote, &quot;chunky chiclet tooth&quot; or that someone with spinich in their teeth could be wayyy more interesting than someone who just spent the entire morning fixing their hair - fuckn&#039; A - how do you come up with the wording for these posts.  I sat here laughing at the chiclet thing, I&#039;m telling you Pamajama!  You are a lovable nut that would probably be very dangerous to hang out with.  Dangerous in the fact that my sides would hurt from laughing so much.  Your family- daughter and husband - oh, and son- are so lucky to have you in their life!  You rock my world girl!  &quot;Oooh, wrong crowd&quot; - my gosh, dying laughing here.  Ever think about being a stand up comedian?  You should totally go for it!

&lt;strong&gt;Ah, my ego really loves your comment - LOL.  As for that fucking chiclet tooth, that bitch has been the bane of my existence since I was 12.  I guess I&#039;m pretty lucky if that&#039;s all I&#039;ve got to bitch about, huh?  All my limbs still attached, no brain damage (at least not confirmed).

Thank you, thank you for thinking I&#039;m funny:)  Cause sometimes I&#039;m just SO TOTALLY NOT!  Although it&#039;s very rare that I&#039;m not laughing at my own stupidity!  It&#039;s kind of like smelling your own farts -- ROFL -- see, there I go.  Like a dog:)&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;d love to sit with you sometime and pick your brain.  Just the fact that you wrote, &#8220;chunky chiclet tooth&#8221; or that someone with spinich in their teeth could be wayyy more interesting than someone who just spent the entire morning fixing their hair &#8211; fuckn&#8217; A &#8211; how do you come up with the wording for these posts.  I sat here laughing at the chiclet thing, I&#8217;m telling you Pamajama!  You are a lovable nut that would probably be very dangerous to hang out with.  Dangerous in the fact that my sides would hurt from laughing so much.  Your family- daughter and husband &#8211; oh, and son- are so lucky to have you in their life!  You rock my world girl!  &#8220;Oooh, wrong crowd&#8221; &#8211; my gosh, dying laughing here.  Ever think about being a stand up comedian?  You should totally go for it!</p>
<p><strong>Ah, my ego really loves your comment &#8211; LOL.  As for that fucking chiclet tooth, that bitch has been the bane of my existence since I was 12.  I guess I&#8217;m pretty lucky if that&#8217;s all I&#8217;ve got to bitch about, huh?  All my limbs still attached, no brain damage (at least not confirmed).</p>
<p>Thank you, thank you for thinking I&#8217;m funny:)  Cause sometimes I&#8217;m just SO TOTALLY NOT!  Although it&#8217;s very rare that I&#8217;m not laughing at my own stupidity!  It&#8217;s kind of like smelling your own farts &#8212; ROFL &#8212; see, there I go.  Like a dog:)</strong></p>
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		<title>By: Shania</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shania</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 01:28:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I wanna know more about the shooting of the dog.  That raises my hackles. (har! get it? hackles?...ok, I&#039;m leaving now)

&lt;strong&gt;Okay, I wrote it out for you but it&#039;s such a freaking downer!  Will post it soon:)&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wanna know more about the shooting of the dog.  That raises my hackles. (har! get it? hackles?&#8230;ok, I&#8217;m leaving now)</p>
<p><strong>Okay, I wrote it out for you but it&#8217;s such a freaking downer!  Will post it soon:)</strong></p>
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		<title>By: birdpress</title>
		<link>http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2009/05/08/the-twisted-state-of-conversation/#comment-2888</link>
		<dc:creator>birdpress</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is why I love reading your blog.  I always learn something interesting, or at least gain some new insight on human behavior.  I don&#039;t know why anyone reads mine.  I don&#039;t tell anything interesting about myself.  Whenever I have the most to say is when I clam up the most.  The less I post the more I have on my mind.  I work all backwards and stuff.

&lt;strong&gt;You are too kind.  Now I REALLY want to know what goes on in your head:)  lol&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is why I love reading your blog.  I always learn something interesting, or at least gain some new insight on human behavior.  I don&#8217;t know why anyone reads mine.  I don&#8217;t tell anything interesting about myself.  Whenever I have the most to say is when I clam up the most.  The less I post the more I have on my mind.  I work all backwards and stuff.</p>
<p><strong>You are too kind.  Now I REALLY want to know what goes on in your head:)  lol</strong></p>
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		<title>By: Calvin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Calvin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 00:49:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great post!  If I ever run into you at a bowling alley or a grocery store or wherever, I am ready to have an interesting conversation.

&lt;strong&gt;Thanks, Calvin!  What a great name:)  That would immediately be my first question!  Just last night I found out that the guy at the bowling alley -- whom everyone calls Louis -- is totally pissed off that when he came here from Italy at age 11 his aunt just arbitrarily changed his name from Luciano to Louis!  Can you imagine?  My husband&#039;s been bowling with him for 15 years and didn&#039;t know what I found out in my first conversation - lol.&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great post!  If I ever run into you at a bowling alley or a grocery store or wherever, I am ready to have an interesting conversation.</p>
<p><strong>Thanks, Calvin!  What a great name:)  That would immediately be my first question!  Just last night I found out that the guy at the bowling alley &#8212; whom everyone calls Louis &#8212; is totally pissed off that when he came here from Italy at age 11 his aunt just arbitrarily changed his name from Luciano to Louis!  Can you imagine?  My husband&#8217;s been bowling with him for 15 years and didn&#8217;t know what I found out in my first conversation &#8211; lol.</strong></p>
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