TuchMyBlog

Usually when I write a typical blog entry, it involves some issue or another that either rubs against the nap or just generally, sometimes momentarily, outrages me. Sometimes, I get outraged for longer than just a moment, but usually the initial intensity passes after I write about it and maybe mouth off to a few friends who are accustomed to my flights of fancy and episodes of magical thinking (of which I am fond). Sometimes all I need is something good to eat and a nap to rewire me. And I am not saying that I still don't harbor a resentment against the American Psychiatric Association, because I do. And I will always be baffled by what actually constitutes a booty signal. I still don't get that and hope to one day so I can improve my communication skills and be able to send clear messages that are not subject to interpretation, or more precisely as in my case, mis-interpretation. It would also be nice if I could send booty fly if I want to, and even learn some subtle control over variations on the message. I just don't want to be forced into making written instructions as I have recently had to do (for lack of a functional non-verbal approach which was efforted and then lost on the intended.) This is mainly because I would really like to avoid a paper trail. But written messages unfortunately prove to be the most effective and, well.. evident? I am also hopeless at poker because of my deficiency in non-verbal communication skills. Maybe it's my Irish background. We are not a subtle people and have made a legacy of putting desires and intentions to the page.

I was, after all, the note writing expert in fifth and sixth grade, often recruited by classmates to pen their love notes and design the required pre-love-note research surveys (The survery being the necessary research tool used to determine the probablity of a statistically significant positive outcome.) For example, "Do you like Julie? Check 'yes', 'no' or 'maybe'" or "If Krista liked you, would you like her back? Check 'yes,' 'no,' or 'maybe.'" or "If you could like someone, would it be Donna? Check 'totally,' 'never,' or 'maybe," or "On a scale of one to ten, would you kiss Robert Pagones?" Circle the number you want..." etc. Having sucessfully sparked more than several pre-adolescent love connections while sadly remaining invisible to the opposite sex myself, I had a certain satisfaction knowing that secretly, it was me that all the boys were in love with and not the Julies, Kristas and Donna's who merely served as stand-in recipients of the passions inspired by my pen.