BrilliantEditor gave a fantastic talk today about the history of Varna, our little hamlet.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, warm enough to go out and sit without needing a jacket...and people came to listen to him talk about Varna's history. Lots of people! I was most impressed with him and his knowledge. In fact, I'm thinking about marrying him.
There are many women there who are absolutely in love with BrilliantEditor. I get phone calls quite often from women saying, "Hello...is, um, BrilliantEditor there?" I know they're in love with him. They hardly let him leave the building today. Twenty minutes of telling him how fabulous and amazing and smart and dedicated his is. How they wished there were more people like him. How he really makes a difference. (The women fear me, however. I am too mercurial for their liking.)
I am proud of him. He is called Brilliant for a reason. (The reason being that he's brilliant.)
I want him to know that I'm proud of him. I want him to know that he's brilliant. I want him to know that he's not bad.
In fact, he doesn't really do bad things. There's mischief in him, but I fear that I keep him from sufficiently expressing his mischief. Other people's mischief is not as polite as his. It runs his mischief over.
So I want to make a little outline for BrilliantEditor and his mischief. Since he just did a huge amount of community service, maybe now's the time to instigate some kind of self-indulgent activity that would take advantage of those good, shiny feelings that a person gets from being generous with his time and energy.
Generosity of time and energy leaves room for other ideas to form when the generous person is least expecting it.
Mischief, my dears, has been incubated and must hatch.
Give a talk about history of a small town? Now you get to ride through town on a really loud motorcycle without wearing a helmet while whooping and hollering!
Spend time planting flowers for the neighborhood project? Now when you want to take a clipping of that rose bush on public property, go for it. Take two. Or plant one of the flowers in a place that will amuse you. Like in a tree, where the branches meet the trunk. How did it get there?!
Drive people to the hospital so they can get their health looked after? Buy cigarettes and look at them and feel smug that you're not addicted to them. Go to McDonald's and order salad. And french fries.
Go for a long walk or a healthy run or swim some laps? Sit back in a chair, put your feet up, have a beer, and think about how cool you are. Because you are very cool.
Oh yes, there must be balance in this world. The magical part is realizing that you, too, are part of the balance. It's more than likely that you're much too serious. I really mean it.
Now I must convince BrilliantEditor that despite the fact that he can be quite silly, he needs more. More more more!
I know I can find a motorcycle somewhere...now to convince him to hoot and holler while riding.
Posted by dotty at April 17, 2005 09:37 PM