147: A Way So Familiar
|A Way So Familiar|
Title text: Two Hedwig references, an obscure Joey Comeau, and a girl with a mohawk. Yes.
Some introverts tend to empathize with other people they perceive as being shy or introverted. Sometimes their imagination leads them to obscure visions. A person outside the imaginative world can easily see through this and judge it as a delusion.
Hairy points out he saw a girl at the bank and probably started having platonic romantic feelings toward her, describing many characteristics that would be impossible to know about her without actually talking to her.
In the last panel, the reader finds out she probably does not look like the sweet girl the reader imagined, having a Mohawk and shoveling (presumably dead) prostitutes into a car.
Joey Comeau is a Canadian writer, best known for the "A softer world" webcomic. The "obscure" reference is probably to one of the entires in his 'Overqualified' series, another project in which he submits sincere-sounding, but clearly unacceptable job inquiries to real companies. That particular entry is addressed to the marketing department of Toyota, the makers of the Toyota Camry. The post could be found here.
Hedwig refers to the musical Hedwig and the Angry Inch and the comic references the musical's song "The Origin of Love." This song is based a satirical idea from Plato's Symposium whereby every person originally consisted of two bodies joined together; the gods eventually violently tore us apart, and we fall in love when we find the person who was once physically joined to us. This song contains the lyrics:
- You had a way so familiar
- I couldn't recognize
- 'cause you had blood on your face
- I had blood in my eyes
- But I could tell by your expression
- That the pain down in your soul
- Was the same as the one down in mine 
The joke is that Hairy seems oblivious to the fact that his imagination is a very obvious delusion. While people could forgive a guy empathizing with a "cute pretty girl", Cueball seems annoyed by the lack of judgement of Hairy.
- Hairy: I saw a cute girl outside the bank today. She looked nice.
- Cueball: Oh no, not again. You are the worst judge of these things.
- Hairy: But she was so sweet. Shy, but there was something in her eyes. A pain down in her soul, the same as the one down in mine.
- Cueball: Mm hmm.
- Hairy: The police light played through her mohawk like the sun setting through pine trees as she shoveled the third hooker into the trunk of the camry...
- Cueball: Back up.