I had left some scrap of fiction up on the screen earlier; someone snuck in and changed it to crap. I tried to type that sentence and discovered. Too, that someone, likely the same one, spilled my water on the hoopdee keyboard, seriously, what are the odds that one felon came in and turned gold to shit and then a vandal snuck in and ruined a completely adequate shitty keyboard? No, it had to have been a Felon Vandal.
You think the odds are more likely that I did it? Aha! I’m making a citizen arrest against you under the ‘Who smelt it dealt it’ Clause of the Second Amendment. Hmmm, maybe the Geneva Convention. It doesn’t matter, who smelt it dealt it is a universal truth like the pope shitting in the woods and a dingo eating your baby, or, vice versa (I’m pretty sure I saw a dingo tail sticking out of my daughters mouth when she was teething. There are only two questions you can ask yourself and ‘where’s the rest of the dingo?’ has no answer that will ever bring you peace. You are much better off just answering yes to ‘do you feel lucky punk? Well? Do ya?’).
Now that we’ve established your guilt and my story is ruined and you’ll be lucky, punk, to get off easy with lethal injection, I’m going to pretend I still have a running dialogue from the previous entry.
I didn’t mean to suggest that at some point our psycho/social survival skills harden into some immutable epoxy. What I did mean to suggest is that we don’t change them at a whim, we use the ones that have always worked, and those of us adept at them use combinations. I tried using that model once at an alcohol and drug convention (Yeah, I know what you’re thinking; Whoo Hoo! They have sampler tables. Grow up. And wipe your nose.). Suggesting that if you ignore the tolerance level, most alcohol and drugs do exactly what you expected of them; lower your inhibitions, raise your sense of humor from zero to childish, make the dull old world brighter and more lively or Stark and deliciously wrought with peril, and … well, I could go on with examples. Although no one said it directly it was pretty clear that I should shut the hell up.
It’s really not a very abstract notion or revolutionary concept; we use what works and we use it to the point of tedium. The personal example I used last entry was charm/disarming, and yeah, I don’t use it all the time, as though who have met me know full well (He thinks he’s charming? Shit, I knew I should have sold him that bridge.). There’s a more direct and common thing people do all the time; the white lie, a kindness.
It’s the next day. I’ve avoided typing a string of expletives. This auxiliary backup keyboard is small and crunchy the way I like them, but it’s not a wave shape and has no wrist rest and so it’s difficult to retrain my paws. I had the other one for the months where I had no feeling in my driver’s side paw.
I don’t need to go into white; you know them when you hear them and when you hear them coming out of your own mouth. There is no phrase for a white truth. I really hope to participate in flash Friday. I’ve had a rough week, a taxing week, and my poor head ain’t quite right both literally and any other which way you can think of that ain’t literal.
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