catie

last night, i went to the open house of the masonic temple.
one of the people we went with kept calling me "katie". wait. no. he was calling me "catie". i very distinctly felt him pronounce it with a "c", and it was all intensely disturbing.
i've never been a catie before. i don't want to be a catie now. i don't like catie...

she doesn't understand why the masons think geometry is the most important of the liberal arts. she thinks that's stupid.
people think she's 20, even after she shows them her driver's license.
she tells people they're bumptious. and then explains to them that bumptious means "overly loud and obnoxious".
when bumptious people tell her she's not the first person to hate them, she adds that she probably won't be the last.
when people ask her if she has any funny bad date stories, she says not really.

catie's cranky.
so from now on let's stick with kat.
or kathryn.
but not catie.
not even katie.
and not kathy or kate or kittie or kit kat or katrina or freakishly tall devil woman.
just kathryn or kat.
it's so simple it should hurt.
does it hurt?