"You have always struck me as an optimist..." I'm flattered. Really. That's nice to hear. And good to hear, because being perceived as negative is distasteful to me. "...but then maybe I'm misinterpreting your humor." I worry about this constantly. Seriously; to the point of paranoia. I am usually terrified to post, but I really enjoy the company here. I know I use the word "really" really too much. I am afraid of being perceived as goofy, sycophantic, sicko, and illiterate. I'm afraid of what I don't know and having it be seen. Sometimes I wake up and realize that I'm talking down to people or saying things that really are un-funny. But I love having a good time and the humor of these threads keeps a big fat wit-eating grin on my face. I laugh out loud and it feels soo good. I love a good story and people who enjoy them. A scary part is that I'm not optimistic, and wish I were. I think of it as a "grace;" in that sense of a gift that people have, earn, or just get somehow; and that is also "required for the species." Most definitely required. It is flat-out dangerous to lose. I think this is more than anyone wants to know, but maybe felt they should for the sake of honesty, attention getting, and realth humaine. And maybe for a lil pat on the head. I crave attention from women, if we can arrange 'smore. It's yummy. I do have a "bunny tummy." Or something.
Stumpy just jumped in the window and walked over (on) my keyboard and introduced me to a new window. He does'nt get the stress associated with this. Charming. |
