I love volunteering at the free clinic, it is truly one of the brightest spots in my week. The people I meet there are so kind and grateful, it is humbling to have the opportunity to serve them. Each week I see some frequent flyers and some new faces. I develop a relationship with them, I know if they live in town or if they commute to come to the clinic. I know if they are living with their parents or kids. I remember what they came in for the week before and ask them how they are doing this week. I know them. They aren't patient #14 but instead Ms. Smith* who lives on the other end of town.
Each week, I also have the chance to see the trends of who is coming in. The sick obviously, but some are young people, younger than me, who don't have insurance. Some of them are elderly, with the same birth year as my Nana. Whenever I see someone who is close to the age my Nana would have been were she still with us, I can't help but picture her in their place. My Nana was very stoic and reserved and it actually brings tears to my eyes to think of the shame she would have felt for seeking out the services we offer and I have to wonder, do my elderly patients feel the same? But the truth is, if she didn't have a fiercely loyal family, full of children who would fight to the death to give her what she deserved/wanted/needed, she could have very easily wound up as one of my elderly patients. Isolated from much of society, with little or no income, and at the mercy of a broken system...Passing away in a state run institution rather than in the comfort and dignity of her home.
How is it we have come to this point? How have we built ourselves to be so big that those who paved the way for us are now lost in this massive system? And because we are so big the effect on our empathy/feeling of responsibility is much less, we do not have a personal connection with patient #4394856867259405-0067264, we don't even bother to look at their name anymore. Historically, in smaller societies such as hunter gatherer or early agricultural communities, we knew everyone. There was a social responsibility to serve the community for the betterment of everyone. And if you didn't, everyone knew it and you had to face the shame and possible exclusion. But now...now, there is no social pressure to give a damn. Instead we try to push people through the system as fast as possible, never really caring if they get lost in the frequent staff turnovers of social workers.
Each time I see a patient, I try to imagine a beloved family member in their place and how I would want them treated if they were at the clinic, and I treat them exactly that way. It seems that the down trodden are so often fodder for others, whether an eager-beaver premed who wants to read their chart for interesting cases, or a physician who mocks their lack of hygiene with the nurses in the hall. As if the guilt and shame they so often feel for seeking out these services aren't enough of an unnecessary weight on their shoulders, now they must also be seen as zoo animals open for observation by any and all. I can't imagine the president or Bill Gates standing for this type of treatment, or even your average Joe. What entitles them to more respect than these patients? Ink and paper? Because that is all money is when you get right down to it...
Now, I don't want to give you the wrong impression. Some of the physicians who donate their time are amazing. They are kind and compassionate beyond compare and I can only hope to one day be as dedicated as they are. But not all of them are like that...
Oddly enough, the free clinic is the only place a physician is allowed to be human. Here the patients must sign a liability waiver that basically states that except in cases of gross negligence, they waive any and all rights to sue for malpractice. Why can physicians only be human when the potential casualties are societies castaway's?
*All names have obviously been changed.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Moonsets, Sunrises, and the 9th Circel of Hell
Hi ho, hi ho, it's back to class I go. Oh yay...I have a reason to live again, I was feeling much too relaxed and peaceful during the winter break. Today, my 8am chemistry class (it's official, I am a masochist- seriously, I live an hour away from campus...you do the wake up math) allowed me to do something I haven't done in along time...so long in fact, that I can count it as a new thing! I saw the moonset/sunrise. It was breathtaking. Now if only I could see it at 9am instead of 6 something I would be in total bliss.
In other news, I think I have hit the wall at work. My desk is a mess (which, for an OCD neat freak perfectionist is synonymous with the 9th circle of hell), my to-do list is so long I wouldn't be able to finish it in a year even if I quit school/stopped sleeping & eating/and worked 168 hour weeks, and the staff and board are constantly wondering why I can't be the IT/HR/Admin/Outreach coordinator/accountant/banker/archive file clerk/mailroom clerk/PR and marketing/god-knows-what-else in the 20 hours a week they give me to work...that I still don't get paid for because there is NO MONEY IN THE BANK! I literally sat at my desk today and just stared at it for a good minute and a half, frozen wondering should I bother to clean up my desk or if should I try to accomplish a few things on my ever expanding to-do list? Our supply closet is a complete wreck* despite my efforts to keep it organized. Seriously people?! You can't even put shit where it is suppose to go?! I even put labels for you!!! A kindergartner is better at this than you are!
But, there might be a light at the end of the tunnel! :-) I have a job interview tomorrow with another business in town. One that can actually pay its employees! Oh the luxuries! Wish me luck! :-)
*I would include a photo of the wreckage, but as a nonprofit all of our furniture is donated and we have a very distinctive colored filing cabinet that might give away my super secret identity (and then the world would be doomed because I could no longer fight crime under the cover of darkness under my assumed identity of Neat Freak Girl!...And yes, the "!" is part of my name).
In other news, I think I have hit the wall at work. My desk is a mess (which, for an OCD neat freak perfectionist is synonymous with the 9th circle of hell), my to-do list is so long I wouldn't be able to finish it in a year even if I quit school/stopped sleeping & eating/and worked 168 hour weeks, and the staff and board are constantly wondering why I can't be the IT/HR/Admin/Outreach coordinator/accountant/banker/archive file clerk/mailroom clerk/PR and marketing/god-knows-what-else in the 20 hours a week they give me to work...that I still don't get paid for because there is NO MONEY IN THE BANK! I literally sat at my desk today and just stared at it for a good minute and a half, frozen wondering should I bother to clean up my desk or if should I try to accomplish a few things on my ever expanding to-do list? Our supply closet is a complete wreck* despite my efforts to keep it organized. Seriously people?! You can't even put shit where it is suppose to go?! I even put labels for you!!! A kindergartner is better at this than you are!
But, there might be a light at the end of the tunnel! :-) I have a job interview tomorrow with another business in town. One that can actually pay its employees! Oh the luxuries! Wish me luck! :-)
*I would include a photo of the wreckage, but as a nonprofit all of our furniture is donated and we have a very distinctive colored filing cabinet that might give away my super secret identity (and then the world would be doomed because I could no longer fight crime under the cover of darkness under my assumed identity of Neat Freak Girl!...And yes, the "!" is part of my name).
Thursday, December 29, 2011
The Year In Review
This year has been an interesting one to say the least and I have more than one lesson from it. But here is the biggest revelation of all...
The biggest lie we are told is that something can and will rescue us. No matter how bad life may be, there is always the possibility of being rescued. No matter how deep our debts, or our sorrows, or our pain, something can still rescue us. The lottery, a man, a woman, a job, god. Something. The possibility exists.
We are taught since birth that if we make the right decisions and choose the right path then eventually we will be rewarded with a neat and tidy life. It will be wrapped up perfectly in a bow and everything will be wonderful. If we choose the right job, the right lover, the right house/dog/outfit/shoes/words then, one day, life will be perfect. We won’t fight with our spouse, our children will want to spend time with us, and we will be appreciated by all those we give to. But this isn’t true.
No matter what path we take, life is messy. It never wraps up neat and tidy. It never turns out completely perfect. It is a struggle and can be painful at times, and we must learn to not only accept this but find the joy in it. No matter the amount of money in our bank account or the passion we feel for our beloved, there will always be something that keeps us on our toes. Keeps us striving for something else. That is what life is. That is what it means to be human. The most we can ask for is a sense of humor to cushion the blows, and the child-like wonder born from an innocence that allows us to approach life unafraid and excited about the possibilities.
My Year In Review:
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
The biggest lie we are told is that something can and will rescue us. No matter how bad life may be, there is always the possibility of being rescued. No matter how deep our debts, or our sorrows, or our pain, something can still rescue us. The lottery, a man, a woman, a job, god. Something. The possibility exists.
We are taught since birth that if we make the right decisions and choose the right path then eventually we will be rewarded with a neat and tidy life. It will be wrapped up perfectly in a bow and everything will be wonderful. If we choose the right job, the right lover, the right house/dog/outfit/shoes/words then, one day, life will be perfect. We won’t fight with our spouse, our children will want to spend time with us, and we will be appreciated by all those we give to. But this isn’t true.
No matter what path we take, life is messy. It never wraps up neat and tidy. It never turns out completely perfect. It is a struggle and can be painful at times, and we must learn to not only accept this but find the joy in it. No matter the amount of money in our bank account or the passion we feel for our beloved, there will always be something that keeps us on our toes. Keeps us striving for something else. That is what life is. That is what it means to be human. The most we can ask for is a sense of humor to cushion the blows, and the child-like wonder born from an innocence that allows us to approach life unafraid and excited about the possibilities.
My Year In Review:
- Number of new things tried: 25 (obviously there is more, but I am basing it off of documented experiences)
- Number of times I was asked to hold my paycheck: 5
- Hairs I lost during my 5 physics exams: 6 million (yes, I am now bald. I am joking by the way...)
- Family members who passed away or came close: 0! (Yay! Trust me, after last year, this is news worthy)
- Number of ganglion cyst I saw: 10
- Number of compacted wrist fractures I saw: 4 (I am starting to think it might be better to just fall on your face...)
- Number of dates I went on: 6 (yes, I am horribly pathetic, get over it)
- Number of dates I enjoyed: 1
- Number of times I was spun around like cattle at auction: 1
- Number of testicles that ass should be missing: 2
- Number of times I got food poisoning: 2 (both from my own cooking! Yikes, good thing I am not studying to be a chef)
- Best volunteer experience of the year: Free clinic
- Worst volunteer experience: Hospital (I think this one is getting dropped)
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Just Call Me Mr. Ed...
So I figured after yesterday's rant and proclamation that I would only date well off men, I needed to update you on recent events. I went out on a date today with rich bachelor #100&whatever, we will call him Mr. Pervy Gym (he is a pervert and he owns a chain of gyms, golf courses, and a slew of other businesses around the country- hence the name) and was subjected to the most mortifying and insulting moment of my young life. At the end of our brunch date (I find daytime dates much more relaxed so that is why I set all of these up during the day) I got up from the table to put on my jacket and before I could reach for it, he took my hand and slowly spun me around...surveying me!!! (Note, the only reason I actually ended up turning around was because I was beyond confused as to what the hell he was doing and by the time I figured it out I was already half way around). Before stating that I looked just like my pictures! And the way he did it was so sleazy I feel like I need a shower just thinking about it...a shower and a baseball bat!
What am I, a horse he is buying at auction?! I half expected him to tell me to open up my mouth so he could inspect the health of my teeth. Correct me if I am wrong, but we gave up slavery a while ago right? So the physical surveying of any person (outside of a physician's office) is REALLY inappropriate. Worse yet, the woman sitting at the table opposite us, reading a book, saw the whole thing and I am pretty sure she thought I was a prostitute!
I am sorry Mr. Pervy Gym, but unlike your fancy sports car I do not come in a variety of colors and sports package options. Your brazen physical appraisal was beyond inappropriate and earned you the title Biggest Asshole of the Year (B.A.Y.- hahaha it makes me think of Bay of Pigs, so appropriate, it was a disaster and he's a pig). Your prize is a swift kick to the groin and me running you down with my car. Oh, and just so you know, you even beat out $1.69 guy for the title. Seriously, are you not suave enough to check my ass out while I am not looking like any normal guy would? Or perhaps you think your financial assets entitle you to act like the piggy you are.
I of course fixed him with a stare that could have quite literally burned a hole through his forehead (if only), buttoned my jacket closed, and headed for the door without a word. But Mr. Gym, being the knuckled-headed jackass he is, actually thought it was ok to catch up with me, tell me he had a great time and move in for a hug and a sneaky pervert kiss. Unfortunately for him, I have plenty of experience in deflecting socially inappropriate individuals so all he got was an awkward moment on the street of hugging someone who was stiff as a board and kissing the air next to my head because I have perfected the head-tilt-avoidance maneuver. HA! that will teach him! :-)
What am I, a horse he is buying at auction?! I half expected him to tell me to open up my mouth so he could inspect the health of my teeth. Correct me if I am wrong, but we gave up slavery a while ago right? So the physical surveying of any person (outside of a physician's office) is REALLY inappropriate. Worse yet, the woman sitting at the table opposite us, reading a book, saw the whole thing and I am pretty sure she thought I was a prostitute!
I am sorry Mr. Pervy Gym, but unlike your fancy sports car I do not come in a variety of colors and sports package options. Your brazen physical appraisal was beyond inappropriate and earned you the title Biggest Asshole of the Year (B.A.Y.- hahaha it makes me think of Bay of Pigs, so appropriate, it was a disaster and he's a pig). Your prize is a swift kick to the groin and me running you down with my car. Oh, and just so you know, you even beat out $1.69 guy for the title. Seriously, are you not suave enough to check my ass out while I am not looking like any normal guy would? Or perhaps you think your financial assets entitle you to act like the piggy you are.
I of course fixed him with a stare that could have quite literally burned a hole through his forehead (if only), buttoned my jacket closed, and headed for the door without a word. But Mr. Gym, being the knuckled-headed jackass he is, actually thought it was ok to catch up with me, tell me he had a great time and move in for a hug and a sneaky pervert kiss. Unfortunately for him, I have plenty of experience in deflecting socially inappropriate individuals so all he got was an awkward moment on the street of hugging someone who was stiff as a board and kissing the air next to my head because I have perfected the head-tilt-avoidance maneuver. HA! that will teach him! :-)
Monday, December 26, 2011
Wait, You're HOW CHEAP?!
Sooooo, it doesn't take a genius to know that living in your parent's basement, spending all your time at school or a free clinic (as a volunteer- get your mind out of the gutter!), and working at a non-profit that doesn't even have money to pay you (seriously, still holding my paychecks- that's right people, that's plural) doesn't bode well for my, ahem...we'll call it my "personal" life. The point of my mentioning of this is to highlight the fact that I would probably sleep with the cute (but really dumb) baristo boy at the cafe I go to every morning if he gave me a wink and an extra shot of vanilla in my hot cocoa at no extra charge.
Why is this important you ask? Well, just keep this in mind as you read this little story.
Anyhoo, back to my grand adventure. While out at a local coffee shop last week, a good looking guy asked me out and I figured what the hell, at the very least I could count it as my new thing for the week. Knowing that I was attracted to him, I figured he was the broke artist type (since I am apparently attracted to nothing else) and suggested coffee as our first outing. I always try to be considerate of the fact that I am attracted to broke individuals and therefore choose a cheap date...well apparently, I was with the cheapest-skate of them all!
Upon ordering my $1.69 12oz hot cocoa (I kid you not, I even ordered the smallest size there!) he informed the barista that our orders would be separate! Oh my freaking god! Are you kidding me?! Did you seriously just ask me out then have me pay for my $1.69 hot cocoa?! I entertained the thought of slugging him in the head with my rather heavy mug but thought better of it...I like that coffee house and I would be sad if they asked me not to come back because I had accosted a customer, even if he was a cheapskate. Turning to pay for the extravagant $1.69 and I could see the barista was just as outraged and disgusted as I was, which made me feel better.
I decided to give him the benefit of a doubt- maybe he had just lost everything in a house fire (see people, this is the thought process that gets me in trouble every-freaking-time!)- and sat with him for about 15 minutes. The entire time I didn't utter a word, not even a grunt of approval or a mutterance (yes, I made up a word) of interest. Nothing. But Mr. Cheap-o didn't seem to notice, he chatted on about how he worked at the local computer company (it is a HUGE, widely distributed/used corporation...i.e. there was no reason for him to be Mr. Cheap-o) and as far as I could tell, he was completely self absorbed. 15 minutes was all I could take until I finally excused myself and took my $1.69 hot cocoa back to the car.
This experience has taught me one thing- I am over dating poor starving artists (I don't care if they can change a tire or not, they probably don't have the gas money or car to drive to where I am stranded anyway- true story by the way...). It's not like I am looking to get married anyway so why not have a casual relationship with one of these rich guys I am being set up with? Hell, at least he will pay for the $1.69 hot cocoa...Then again, on second thought, who the hell am I trying to kid? The first time some broke construction worker crosses my path this smart plan will go right out the window and I will be back to my old ways *cue devilish smile*.
Why is this important you ask? Well, just keep this in mind as you read this little story.
Anyhoo, back to my grand adventure. While out at a local coffee shop last week, a good looking guy asked me out and I figured what the hell, at the very least I could count it as my new thing for the week. Knowing that I was attracted to him, I figured he was the broke artist type (since I am apparently attracted to nothing else) and suggested coffee as our first outing. I always try to be considerate of the fact that I am attracted to broke individuals and therefore choose a cheap date...well apparently, I was with the cheapest-skate of them all!
Upon ordering my $1.69 12oz hot cocoa (I kid you not, I even ordered the smallest size there!) he informed the barista that our orders would be separate! Oh my freaking god! Are you kidding me?! Did you seriously just ask me out then have me pay for my $1.69 hot cocoa?! I entertained the thought of slugging him in the head with my rather heavy mug but thought better of it...I like that coffee house and I would be sad if they asked me not to come back because I had accosted a customer, even if he was a cheapskate. Turning to pay for the extravagant $1.69 and I could see the barista was just as outraged and disgusted as I was, which made me feel better.
I decided to give him the benefit of a doubt- maybe he had just lost everything in a house fire (see people, this is the thought process that gets me in trouble every-freaking-time!)- and sat with him for about 15 minutes. The entire time I didn't utter a word, not even a grunt of approval or a mutterance (yes, I made up a word) of interest. Nothing. But Mr. Cheap-o didn't seem to notice, he chatted on about how he worked at the local computer company (it is a HUGE, widely distributed/used corporation...i.e. there was no reason for him to be Mr. Cheap-o) and as far as I could tell, he was completely self absorbed. 15 minutes was all I could take until I finally excused myself and took my $1.69 hot cocoa back to the car.
This experience has taught me one thing- I am over dating poor starving artists (I don't care if they can change a tire or not, they probably don't have the gas money or car to drive to where I am stranded anyway- true story by the way...). It's not like I am looking to get married anyway so why not have a casual relationship with one of these rich guys I am being set up with? Hell, at least he will pay for the $1.69 hot cocoa...Then again, on second thought, who the hell am I trying to kid? The first time some broke construction worker crosses my path this smart plan will go right out the window and I will be back to my old ways *cue devilish smile*.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Kale, Chia Seeds, And Regurgitation
My 26th birthday is just around the corner and as I begin the all-to-short journey out of my mid-twenties I am determined to have time back on my side. I am too young for these light wrinkles in the corner of my eyes and too old for the zit I am currently sporting on my chin...thanks Mother Nature, as if my life wasn't already a living hell every 28 days, you must always have my skin regress to middle school too...
So in this effort to stop the clock, or at least slow the bastard down, I have decided to test drive being healthier. Don't get me wrong, I have never really been unhealthy, I exercise, I eat my fruits and veggies (though admittedly more fruits than veggies), and I drink my recommended amount of water (and fortuitously dislike soda). And thanks to good genes, my weight is on the low end for my height- thank you Nana!!! and But I will admit right off the bat that I love carbs and sugar. If a piece of bread or a sweet is within 40 miles of me, I will sniff it out and partake. Yum yum. Why is it all the yummy stuff is bad for you?
Starting today (I was going to start yesterday but I found a stash of holiday M&M's which, um, *cough, cough* magically disappeared) I will be cutting drastically back on my carb and processed sugar intake and increasing my supplements with things such as Chia (pronounced Chee-ah, like the clay pot with plants for hair, not the same thing but the same sounding name) and gelatinized Maca powder. Yum, who needs a chocolate chip cookie when you have gelatinized powder of some root cultivated in the Peruvian mountains?
So today, I got up bright and early (or at 8:45am, but who is keeping track? BTW- I love being out of school and being able to sleep in, it is soooo nice!) and trekked to the store to buy a blender. Yes folks, I didn't even have a blender to start this whole health craze off. After returning home, and proudly setting up my blender, I proceed to make a health drink recipe that was recommended to me ("It is so good you are going to love it!" they had said...Never trust a raw-diet/vegan for a good recipe, their idea of tasty is VERY different from the general population). I stuffed in kale, beets (with tops), lemon, cucumber, and a few ice cubes and blended that garden medley right up.
Not surprisingly, it smelled like, well, a garden. I took a taste test and fought back against the pronounced lump in my throat. Seeing how my goal was not to develop a bile inducing regimen, I added some apple, then some kiwi, then some orange juice, I even considered honey! But to no avail. No matter what I did to this drink it remained as crap-tastic as ever! Not to mention the beets turned your hands, tongue, and teeth bright red! I eventually gave up and opted for organic oatmeal without sugar and am now eating fresh green beans as I write this.
I may have lost the battle, but I am winning this war, gosh dang-it! I just need to find a recipe that masks that god awful- ahem, I mean, potent taste of kale and raw beets. If any of you have any recipes that are half way decent (by normal people standards) and doesn't included processed sugar, please, share with the class! :-)
So in this effort to stop the clock, or at least slow the bastard down, I have decided to test drive being healthier. Don't get me wrong, I have never really been unhealthy, I exercise, I eat my fruits and veggies (though admittedly more fruits than veggies), and I drink my recommended amount of water (and fortuitously dislike soda). And thanks to good genes, my weight is on the low end for my height- thank you Nana!!! and But I will admit right off the bat that I love carbs and sugar. If a piece of bread or a sweet is within 40 miles of me, I will sniff it out and partake. Yum yum. Why is it all the yummy stuff is bad for you?
Starting today (I was going to start yesterday but I found a stash of holiday M&M's which, um, *cough, cough* magically disappeared) I will be cutting drastically back on my carb and processed sugar intake and increasing my supplements with things such as Chia (pronounced Chee-ah, like the clay pot with plants for hair, not the same thing but the same sounding name) and gelatinized Maca powder. Yum, who needs a chocolate chip cookie when you have gelatinized powder of some root cultivated in the Peruvian mountains?
So today, I got up bright and early (or at 8:45am, but who is keeping track? BTW- I love being out of school and being able to sleep in, it is soooo nice!) and trekked to the store to buy a blender. Yes folks, I didn't even have a blender to start this whole health craze off. After returning home, and proudly setting up my blender, I proceed to make a health drink recipe that was recommended to me ("It is so good you are going to love it!" they had said...Never trust a raw-diet/vegan for a good recipe, their idea of tasty is VERY different from the general population). I stuffed in kale, beets (with tops), lemon, cucumber, and a few ice cubes and blended that garden medley right up.
Not surprisingly, it smelled like, well, a garden. I took a taste test and fought back against the pronounced lump in my throat. Seeing how my goal was not to develop a bile inducing regimen, I added some apple, then some kiwi, then some orange juice, I even considered honey! But to no avail. No matter what I did to this drink it remained as crap-tastic as ever! Not to mention the beets turned your hands, tongue, and teeth bright red! I eventually gave up and opted for organic oatmeal without sugar and am now eating fresh green beans as I write this.
I may have lost the battle, but I am winning this war, gosh dang-it! I just need to find a recipe that masks that god awful- ahem, I mean, potent taste of kale and raw beets. If any of you have any recipes that are half way decent (by normal people standards) and doesn't included processed sugar, please, share with the class! :-)
Friday, December 9, 2011
Demon Photos and Tall Orthos
So, I have been shadowing an orthopedic surgeon for the last two weeks and have loved every ganglion cyst filled moment of it. As a pre med I can't be in the OR but I can see outpatient procedures such as Hyaluronan Injections (basically a lube job for arthritic knees). I have been so busy being the over-excited (but totally collected) pre med that it wasn't until the other day when I was standing at the nurses station, shadowing the surgeon as always, that I noticed no physician in that department was under 6 feet tall...and that is being conservative, they were more like 6'3. I have never felt so short at 5'7. I wonder if ortho's have some height requirement I am not aware of... Maybe to get to the job interview they make you climb steps built for a giant and that is part of the selection process...
In other news, my matchmaker sent another client's profile for me to consider... the only problem is, well, his photo. I am sure you are thinking, RP, why are you being so mean, people can't help what they look like. Well, it wasn't so much him as his actual photo. He has straight up demon eyes (red eye gone crazy) in the photo (if I could figure out a way to keep his privacy and post this photo I would, it is truly scary). And it made me wonder, of all the photos this guy probably has of himself, why the hell did he choose demon eyes? Was that really the photo he felt showed who he is? If so, that is a bit...um...scary. I haven't responded back, I am trying to think of a nice way to ask the matchmaker if there are any non-demon photos of him lying around that I can look at... Any ideas on how to say that in a PC way?
In other news, my matchmaker sent another client's profile for me to consider... the only problem is, well, his photo. I am sure you are thinking, RP, why are you being so mean, people can't help what they look like. Well, it wasn't so much him as his actual photo. He has straight up demon eyes (red eye gone crazy) in the photo (if I could figure out a way to keep his privacy and post this photo I would, it is truly scary). And it made me wonder, of all the photos this guy probably has of himself, why the hell did he choose demon eyes? Was that really the photo he felt showed who he is? If so, that is a bit...um...scary. I haven't responded back, I am trying to think of a nice way to ask the matchmaker if there are any non-demon photos of him lying around that I can look at... Any ideas on how to say that in a PC way?
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