@Cycloptichorn,
Lemme say that since I was old enuf to see in a mirror,
I abhorred my appearance; long b4 A2K or computers.
I remember when I was 9, I was standing in a crowd
of other students. An older girl, a lot taller than I was,
gently put her hands on my shoulders and softly turned me around
exhibiting my face to her friends (I had an underbite)
and she said something about my mouth looking like a jig.
I felt sad about that. Sometimes, I 've seen some actor
and think: "Gee, I wish I looked 1/2 that good."
Hence, your negative assessment comes not as any surprize.
I expect to get worse, as I get older.
I dislike having
YOU agree with me about
anything.
Your clownish utterances are without effect, like loud dogs,
because I have no respect for your minds.
This is
especially true since I already knew
that what u said
was the extant state of affairs
long before u said it.
However, lest there be any misconception by any member
of this forum for whom I
DO care,
I wish to clarify one point
:
after I begifted those girls with the cash,
there was no contact between us; it was only for that instant.
Such it was intended; such it will remain hereafter.
It is not the same as purchasing the services of a lady of the evening,
nor of accepting the advances of a
gold digger.
My hobby, pursued on the basis of intermittent arbitrary whim,
has been "joy boming"
: the
creation of unexpected joy
in targets of my caprice, which will, (I hope), be intense.
Sometimes it works; not always.
Sometimes, I don 't see the results
at all e.g. abandoning cash
where I expect someone to find it, or dropping cash down into
a pedestrian 's semi-open backpack (ofen, but not always, a juvenile)
while paused on the sidewalk waiting for a lite,
or sending it to someone in the mail.
One of my favorites was sending someone a
$100.oo bill
under the cover of a letter saying (as well as I can recall):
Mr. Joe Blow
Address
"Dear Sir:
1. It is the purpose of this writing to inform you that you
you have won 2nd Prize in The Contest.
2. Here 's the money.
3. Better Luck next time.
The Contest Committee"
and sent that, while traveling in another state,
to the child of a young lady whom I was seeing in the 1980s.
Thay never knew who sent it.
I reasoned that each time that he
re-tells that incident
to his friends n relatives, he'll re-live the joy
and that will cost me nothing. I 've tried to be creative
in my plotting. I shoud have given some thawt to it
for this Christmas, but it did not occur to me.
Some gifts r surreptitious, while others r open n conspicuous
like giving a friend an automatic umbrella stuffed with
big bills
so that thay fell on her when I had her test it (indoors)
or just giving someone a Christmas present of a wallet
stuffed with plenty of cash. Life presents many open possibilities.
Sometimes, it can be fun to create joy
if circumstances r right & u r in the mood for it.
David
