So today, I'm out in public which we all know is a dangerous thing, and things are going pretty well. I'm shuttling my newly-freed-from-school kids around and we have NO schedule. It's pretty cool. I really enjoy summer with my kids. They're now at the age where they don't need to be supervised. Well, supervised as much, but most supervision is to prevent damage to furniture and structures not to prevent their demises. As we're cruising the boulevard we run in to all sorts of summer people and it's kind of fun. Usually I can go a long, long time before I run into other people and with my kids to supervise I think we're probably safe. Ha. Ha. Ha. Leaving one establishment I run into a woman I know a little. Me knowing someone a little is dangerous. I don't have a good filter and usually don't get embarrassed so you can see how this could be a problem. I exchange pleasantries with the woman and she says to me, "I've been thinking about you a lot lately." Immediately the blood drains from my face. Of course I'm scared. Who in their right mind would think about me, and how could it ever possibly be good? In my panic, I say nothing. "You're weird, and quirky, and funny." Yes, those were her exact words. Since they were a statement rather than a question I still remained pale and silent. "But you're also deep and wise. You don't see both those things in one person very often." I sort of chuckle and smile and think she just complemented me, although I'm not quite sure, so I'm going to have to go with it in order to maintain my fragile self-esteem. I walk out to the car shaking my head, weird and deep. This is why I have you five loyal readers. Where else can you go for weird deepness?
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