11-16-00

I must get asked at least 10 times a day by people if I am a) in a bad mood, or b) really tired.

In a bad mood? Not really. Unhappy? Yes.

Really tired? Am I awake? Well, there you go.

*shrug*

I must just have one of those faces.

Yesterday & Tomorrow.

COMMENTS:

From: "Jimmer Sivertsen" <tremosian@swiftdesk.com>
To: <pixiemartin@home.com>
Subject: Tired? Bad Mood? We have your answer!
Date: Thursday, November 16, 2000 5:16 AM

Tell them to fuck off. In the nicest possible way.

Today we'll be exploring the human psyche. What possesses normal relationships, also called friendships, to be twisted into conversation belying a sense of crassness?

People are stupid. (Also defined as the Wizard's First Rule, see also, Terry Goodkind)

Summarized: They hope or fear that something is true. And that affects their knowledge of the "truth". If they hope your condition is exhausted, or making you feel poorly - they can be shot. If they fear it's true, based on their paranoia - you're feeling that way around them, maybe they're not as cool as they think they are...point made.

Friends forever.

They're your friend. They can't simply ask, "How are you doing?", because that implies they don't know you well enough to tell your mood. A stranger can get away with that, sure. So they guess, not realizing by making assumptions, is worse than not asking. And if you're not smiling, "Hey! They must be in a bad mood, and I can cheer them up!" (Loosely paraphrased.) That's what friends do, after all. (Our resident philosopher insists that readers can tell cynicism, if they really want to.)

If they're not even proposing an interesting discussion, you have the moral authority not to waste your time. (There's a five-step program for everything, including friends finding lives, but that's a seperate discourse.)

Here at the Real Thinking Club, we address complex issues with brief consultations with our favorite sea monkey, translated using the babelfish website, carefully remove any sense of logic and emotion, add a dash a humor, and have the cebus monkey bang it out. Amazing process, isn't it?

Secretary-at-Large, Real Thinking Club.
-J