The Pit of Neutrality, Phase II

After some time in The Pit of Neutrality, I noticed a small leather-clad boy jumping off a table and trying to apply body glitter to another equally leather-clad boy. Then something strange happened. I didn't care, nor was I concerned with who would win the 'body glitter blitzkrieg'. "Holy Glitter Balls," I whispered to myself (and 7 other old ladies). Was I becoming Neutral!? How was I going to tell my parents? Where was my typical blood lust? I immediately pulled out my trusty tabloid and checked the feuds. Angie vs. Brad, Jon and Kate vs. The Eight, Kevin vs. Bacon? I suddenly lacked an opinion or a side!

I began to search ardently for Deborah, but then I passed by the party snacks. I was effortlessly foiled again. If Deborah wasn't by the Bagel Bites, Cheeseburger Bagel Bites, or the keg, I was in real trouble. How did these sneaky Swiss know my predilection for Bagel Bites over Tostino's Pizza Rolls? (another Swiss favorite) Then down from the cliff, like my panties after a few too many cocktails, came Deborah. "Dat gurrrl always be rappellin' down su'in", I whispered to myself (and those same 7 old ladies).

I immediately began to explain these strange new 'neutral feelings' I was having to her. "Kat", she said, "it's ok to be neutral. Some people are 'neutral by nature' and other people are 'neutral by nurture'." I sighed a great neutral sigh of relief. "You're the bestest Deb," I laughed, as she jammed yet another sausage into my mouth.

Fin, again.

Kathryn