Sinister: More whine, vicar?

[Caitlin Pigtails]

Sinister, I'm disappointed in you.

When I joined you, all those years ago, I knew that it was easy to 
divide the world up.  There are many ways to divide people.  For 
example, everybody falls into one of three groups: those who can do 
maths, and those that can't.  Similarly, I assumed the world could be 
divided into the people who were on Sinister and those who weren't.

I was having a chat with The Boss the other day.  The Boss used to be 
an anthropologist, and we talked about how anthropologists and computer 
people are similar in that both vocations tend to attract outsiders.  
Anthropology attracts outsiders because it legitimises the whole idea 
of being an outsider; you're hard at work studying and analysing all 
the normal people.  Don't ask me about computing.

When I joined, I assumed Sinister was a natural place where outsiders 
would congregate.  And, primarily, it seemed to be.

There are lots of reasons why I'm not normal, but the one I want to 
concentrate on here is relationships.  Normal people have relationships 
like they drink water.  They meet someone, and suddenly, bang, they're 
going out.  They know what to do to get from Point A to Point B.  It 
all happens naturally; they don't need to think about it.  It's in 
their blood.

I'm one of those people who can't do that.  It doesn't happen.  The 
bridge between my mind and another's never appears.  And I kind of 
assumed that most of Sinister was like that too.  Recently, though, 
I've found that I got it all wrong.  All B&S fans except me are deep in 
"loving relationships".  Nearly everyone on #sinister, it turns out, is 
seeing someone.  They can just chat to each other a couple of times and 
suddenly know that they love each other, that they are made for each 
other, that everyhing will be all right.  That just doesn't make sense.

I've even seen people being all romantic and couply at sinister 
picnics.  It's a horrific, awful sight.  Holding hands and looking at 
each other starry-eyed and everything; it makes me shudder.

What am I missing, that stops me from being with someone?  Why can't I 
form any sort of contact with the normal people out there?

So now, I think I'm the only single person left, and with no hope of 
that ever changing.  It's a lonely place.


xx
caitlin


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