Thanks MM! – clearly, I listened to a lot of Your music back in the day. And… I liked it. [N: pun – and associated innuendo – intended]
I throw spaghetti. A lot. Why? To see what sticks. In certain circles, this is labeled “Trial & Error.”
To be accurate, though, IRL it’s actually “Trial/tweak/Trial/tweak some more/Trial/Trial/TrialTrialTrial-infinity…” I didn’t remove the “Error” technically- it’s still in the sub-text – but I’m trusting Your SB, DR, to understand this Concept.
But I’m also trying to refocus Your attn on the detail I consider to be the most important, and that is Not the fact that I am f#cking up, left & right, all over the place, over and over and over again.
I’m trying to get You to look at the fact that I Keep Trying – to “do it”… better. [N: PASSION “that’s what She said!”]
Most stuff I f#ck up doesn’t need the entire wheel created again from scratch; it just needs a little tweaking here & there. Just like learning to “Pleasure a Woman” – having a Conceptual understanding of “How to Make Love” will only get You so far. The rest of the way? I need to pay attention to what’s Right in Front of Me: The living, breathing, flesh-and-blood Human Being – hopefully in this hypothetical scenario, a big-tittied naked one, wearing a tie and nothing else – who is a party to My goal. The Yin to My Yang. The Light to My Dark. The Positive to My Negative. In all the ways that two distinct, unique Human Beings can establish Equilibrium with Each Other.
But that’s not what this Story’s even about – My bad, I got totally distracted there for a minute. loll
When any Other Person is talking to Me – in “the Exchange of Ideas” as Folks tend to do all over the place – and all-of-a-sudden They give Me a bid: They ask Me for advice. What They aren’t asking Me for is “what I would do if I were Them.” {N: I’m Not Them. I don’t have the same data in My Files as They do in Theirs] They aren’t asking Me for “what I would do if I was in this same exact situation.” [N: imagining I am is helpful only to a certain degree – but if I am Prioritizing this OP in this exact moment, this isn’t gonna help Them either]
What They are asking Me for is data to fill in Their Own MadLibs blanks. The blanks in Their Own Story.
It’s like a newly sexually active Teenager talking to His Buddy about f#cking girls, and how much fun that is, and how I wake up with a hard-on most days even dreaming about f#cking girls, and-and-and… Me – as the Buddy, here – have an objective to Influence My Friend Bryson to stay in His lane. To not get into trouble. To not Be a D#ckhead. To Not rape My Sister. Or My Mother. I am the only Person alive, in this moment, that has this opportunity. And if there’s one thing about Me? I never miss an opportunity to Plant a Seed for Other People. Never.
But I’m gonna be super duper sneaky about it. Bryson won’t see Me coming. Because like the Good Clown that I am, Imma distract Him. And Plant the Seeds – in the breaths in-between – that I know will have the most impact.
This is Why Teachers are My favorite kind of Humans. They walk into the coliseum, willingly, to battle the roaring tigers Who just wanna rip their heads off & eat Them as a tasty snack! They walk in – On Purpose.
But it’s not just Teachers, and it’s not just in a classroom. From My perspective? Class is In Session. Here. Now.
“The Doctor Is In”
[N: I’ll give You a million fake dollars, DR, if You can name that reference]