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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

A MISFIT SPEAKS OUT

I can't believe this. As if it's not bad enough they stick me out here next to the friggin' freeway, but then they dress me up like a goddamn tree. Like it's so bad to be a cell tower. This sucks! They're always spouting off about freedom of choice and individuality and expressing yourself and being yourself, but when it comes right down to it, they want me to be like everybody else. They want me to be ashamed of myself. They want me to pretend to be something that I'm not. What hypocrites! Jesus!



And as if that's not bad enough, just look at me! Look at where I am! Do you think for a minute that all these real trees out here take me seriously? Hell, no! They won't even talk to me which incidentally is pretty ironic since I'm the communications expert around here.



You'd think they'd have all kinds of questions for me and they probably do but it's a little hard for them to casually start a conversation when I'm tarted up like a damned Christmas tree. And by the way, if they had to make me look like this, is this the best they could do? I mean, honestly. I look like one of those aluminum trees that gets hauled out of the crawlspace every twelve months with the metal branches stuck in the holes on the metal trunk. C'mon! Throw me a bone. See that hill behind me? Hollywood is right on the other side. They've got all kinds of special effects wizards and set designers and whatnot over there. Couldn't they find someone to make me look a little more realistic? It's embarrassing.

And the white dish stuck on the front of me isn't helping, people. It's like, "Hey, look at me! I'm a giant dork dressed up like a tree! Don't believe I'm a dork? Check out the big white dish!"

The stress of not fitting in around here is starting to take its toll. I hate to admit it but lately I've been dropping calls. I know, I know, it's only hurting me and it's a lame cry for help but I don't know what else to do. It's like they stuck me out here and then forgot all about me. They don't care. The cars driving by don't care. The real trees certainly don't care. I'm seriously at my wit's end.

I just want to be myself. Is that so bad?



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2 Comments:

At 6/16/2006 9:57 AM, The Hausfrau said...

You are flippin' hilarious. Can I publ;ish this in the next Hausfrau?

 
At 6/16/2006 10:22 AM, Tom in L.A. said...

Of course! All readers of Scribbles From L.A. should check out Hausfrau.

 

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