Potential words or legitimate…
As yet unused in-intimate…
Refused, unused and somewhat confused…
As the poet who shared this sentiment. Lee-poet
I YAM WHAT I YAM
“Do you ever feel like a comic strip character?” This was the topic of conversation at a weekly dinner with some pals of mine last week.
“My secret self is Popeye; who are you?”
When I first approached this train of thought, I was alone at my desk, wondering what I wanted to write about and the thought crossed my mind about playing cops and robbers as a boy. Or Cowboys and Indians. Or Alley Oop.
So who am I when I make that first call to a prospect or when I answer a call from a troubled client or write up an order for my favorite customer?
What hat am I wearing when I ask a lady for a dinner date?
Is there a cape in my imaginary closet?
A turned around collar?
A red Captain Marvel suit?
Our lives begin with affirmation.
By the time we are eighteen months old we have mastered the challenge of scientific observation and established our most basic methods of coping with fear. We know to act innocent or guilty, we are aggressive or pleasant, we push and we pull.
For the next couple of decades we will be creating our personas, aping lines from songs, the latest styles and speech patterns and our most private thoughts will be linked somehow to the need for approval either for protection from violence or for good vibrations as saluted by Mike Love in the sixties.
And if from all of this there emerges a goal for defining our true selves chances are we shall all benefit from this, including the servant.
If that goal is totally self-serving everyone wins but the servant.
This is a time of year where we all join hands.
My son, whose brief but popular career as a nightclub comic, once told me that his formula for creating stand-up jokes was one he learned from others of his ilk. His method: make a ridiculous statement; then prove it. Hmmm;
I am not thinking of a white rhinoceros. I know this because I am saddled to an elephant hippety- hopping hither and yon. (If this isn’t funny perhaps it ‘s because I am not standing up. Try hippety hopping astride an elephant some time…or atop a white rhinoceros.)
A MESSAGE TO AGING INVENTORS
Self-employed people seem to live longer and, appear to be younger than the salaried majority. Wrinkles and age spots go unnoticed as their audience responds instead to this fountain of youthful enthusiasm.
These are the scientists, the artists and the curious. They are the Leaders in society, a label given them by those who look to others for the answers to their own questions.
There are very few skeptics among them and rarely look to others for their answers.
If curiosity haunts you, if a lack of trust in the shared opinions of others taunts, perhaps you spend more time than most, seeking answers to your own questions.
If you are curious about the validity of the set of ideas set forth in this essay, perhaps you will share you opinion of such…
If you’ve already forgotten the first line, feel free to read it again.
“No one goes to that restaurant anymore – it’s always too crowded.” Yogi Berra.
(a) Honest opinion
(b) Experience is the best teacher.
These two contradictory phrases, impossible though they appear, may very well be a precise definition of a behavioral tendency toward littering the language with oxymoronic detritus.
Good grief, I hope this doesn’t mean that my creative flow of great ideas is growing smaller.