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To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (9350)	4/15/2000 10:44:00 AM
From: pezz	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12810

Yes I do ....Keep guessing....

To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (9350)	4/16/2000 12:36:00 PM
From: Don Pueblo	Read Replies (6) \| Respond to of 12810

I gotta relate a True Story to ya: Many, many years ago, Before Electricity and all that, I was married to Ex #1. We were both in college. I was studying 15th Century Painting Techniques and Graphic Design, and She Who Is No Longer With Me was studying Psychology. (She Who Is No Longer With Me later went on to a Masters degree in the field of "mental health", affording her the opportunity to screw up hundreds and hundreds of people's minds, but that's another True Story.) Anyhoo, we lived off-campus, in a house. I rode to class on this old bike that I bought for ten bucks. A good old bike, and it served me well. She Who Is No Longer With Me had a thing about the bike. She mentioned on many occasions that I should have a bike lock, so the bike would not get stolen. My attitude was that it was an old bike, and nobody had ever stolen anything from me, and I wasn't the kind of person that somebody would steal stuff from, and I couldn't imagine that somebody would steal my bike. It was either parked with all the Nice New Bikes outside the Art Building, or it was in my back yard. Everybody knew it was My Bike. She Who Is No Longer With Me did not agree with my attitude. She was convinced that sooner or later, somebody would steal my bike if I kept leaving it unattended and unlocked. We actually had a semi-serious argument about it, involving words like "responsibility" and "behavior". Well, time passed, and one day I came out of the Art Building and my bike was gone. Gone! I couldn't believe it! She Who Is No Longer With Me was right. I was wrong. Some slimeball had stolen my ten dollar bike, because it was unlocked. I walked home, and informed She Who Is No Longer With Me. We sat down, She Who Is No Longer With Me had another talk with Mr. Mighty Chicken. This time, I was meek. I was wrong, and I knew it. We had a long talk about responsibility and correct behavior and how I needed to pay more attention to the Real World and the Bad Things that can happen and other such things. Then, She Who Is No Longer With Me informed me that SHE had taken my bike! It was hidden in the garage. She explained that had done this to prove a point to me. She sincerely hoped that I had learned a good lesson from this, and that my attitude and behavior would change. It did. I learned a good lesson. The lesson is this: Some people are insane. Some people will do anything at all, without regard for anyone else, to "prove" something. They will do evil stuff in order to create some sort of imagined "good effect" on other people. She Who Is No Longer With Me saw nothing bizarre about what she did. She was mortified when I explained that I thought she was insane, and that what she had done was totally psychotic. I learned that we were Very Very Different. People pull these kinds of psychotic stunts on children. I've seen it a lot. Their "idea" is to "teach the child a lesson". You "teach the child a lesson" by doing something evil to the child. Very logical. The child is OK, and the adult is a raving lunatic, and the child needs to understand that. Some people believe that the end justifies the means, and some people don't. These two kinds of people don't mix very well. I have not been in contact with She Who Is No Longer With Me for 25 years. And guess what! Nobody has stolen anything from me in the last 25 years! What a coinkydink! You and I know the truth, my friend. That's what counts. The nutbars can do whatever they want. Bullets bounce off us.