Since the Old Order, the Establishment, the Man, went down a few days ago, I've found that my feelings about their beneficiaries, the primitives, have altered somewhat. Things are never going to be the same as they had been, back when franksolich was a nice guy, willing to treat with any primitive who wished to treat with him. I'm going to kick ass, rather than as I'd been doing, kiss ass.
How I feel about people in real life is oftentimes betrayed how I seat them at the table at this place. And I do it very ostentatiously, so the others are aware I'm "sending" a "message."
This is a great big old ancient farmhouse, although I'm the only one who lives here. Parts of the original house have been torn down, but what remains of it are some very large rooms, including the dining room, which is the first room one comes into, when entering the house.
In the dining room there is a great big old ancient dining room table, several leaves so it can be extended to 18' long, at its maximum seating sixteen. It was apparently a Sears, Roebuck mail-order item from the 1920s.
During the spring, summer, and autumn, because they're convenient, and because they're large and covered, breakfast, lunch, and supper is usually had out on either the front porch or the back porch; but of course during winter it must be had in the dining room. The kitchen's there, and the kitchen's very large, but when having company, it just seems good manners to have them dine in the dining room.
If I wish intimacy with guests, I usually seat them close to me, at the end of the table closest to the kitchen. But if I really don't want to have anything to do with them, I seat them at the far end of the table, near the front door. I excuse this by having stacks of clean laundry or other things taking up the middle of the table, commenting I hadn't had time to put any of it away yet.
It used to be that with a few exceptions, if confronted with any of them in real life, I'd seat primitives at the far end of the table.
The few exceptions would be Skins, the buzzy one, the brooklynite primitive, the long-gone AllentownJake and NikkiStone, and the husband-hating elleng primitive. Those, I'd seat about halfway down, only a few feet away from me, rather than several feet away.
I still feel the same way about them, but not about all the other primitives.
The other primitives, rather than seating them at the far end of the table inside the dining room, I'd make them sit outside no matter how inclement the weather. I wouldn't want them in the house.
