A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
-G B Shaw
There is a voice whispering in his ear: _What kind of idea are you? Man-or-mouse?_
We know that voice. We've heard it once before.
- Rushdie- The Satanic Verses
I try to be a gentleman when it counts and slightly less of a gentleman when it's sexy. I genuinely have no idea whether I’m below average, average, above average, ordinary or extraordinary. Such classifications make me itchy and don’t concern me much. I have dreams and goals like everyone else and work towards them in a way that suits me. What I desire more than anything is to live a full, rich, benevolent, joyful life filled with laughter and pleasures sensual, tactile and intellectual so intense that they push the boundaries of venial, mortal and cardinal sin. When the heart attack or stroke comes to claim me, I want the last thought that races through my mind before I hit the ground to be; “Man! That was fun!” (I'm not as wild as that makes me sound; "Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?"- Browning) If I'm lucky enough to share it with one special person, even better!
I like me. I don't always love me and there's work to be done, but I do enjoy my own company and like having a drink with me. Well, until I get "fresh" with me and try to take advantage of myself. That's never pretty for anyone! ...'cause I usually let me have my way with me...
My brain works in strange and mysterious ways and I often find myself thinking about:
The human condition and my ability / inability to contribute to its improvement.
Sex... and my ability / inability to contribute to its improvement...
If we’re told to just be ourselves and not care what anyone thinks about us, what does that bode for the people who are sociopaths and flaming jackasses?
How to balance the razor thin line between my love of humanity and my distaste for so many people.
What I like in you; a sense of humor (Although, we're bound to disagree if you're an Adam Sandler fan), self-confidence, but not hubris, curiosity, compassion, strength. You are unafraid of journeys, truths, and appreciate the finer things, but prefer the simple joys. I enjoy your looks, but I LOVE your brain! CAVEAT LECTOR: You don't have to be in the "Arts", but an appreciation (more like a "tolerance") of the artistic life, temperament and schedule is probably required for anything "long term." I promise to make it up to you! Fair warning
Someone who can appreciate the following fantasy is definitely on the right track
One rainy/snowy Sunday morning, we are lying in bed sharing the "Times." I make a witty comment and you laugh. You make a better joke and we get hysterical. I gently caress and kiss your shoulder and we stare, more than gaze, into each others eyes. Before we know it, we're kissing and caressing each other everywhere else and the "Times" as well as our clothes end up in several crumpled piles on the floor. The world outside ceases to exist for quite awhile as we share ideas, dreams, fears, lots of laughs and the plangent song of our filled hearts. I support you, unreservedly, as you share your goals and passions with me. You think I'm sweet as I tilt at windmills and hatch plans to try and save humanity from itself. We repeat the scenario until we get hungry. I offer to cook, but you will not let me leave the bed. I'm secretly grateful because we feel so wonderful against each other that we don't want to go anywhere. We agree to a delivery of something delicious. I open a bottle of wine as our hedonistic day continues. Exhaustion makes us a heap; bodies entwined. Deep sleep. We wake to a mutual, deep, lingering kiss and go about our lives with a persistent smile residing on each of our faces for the rest of the day, accompanied by a bittersweet longing in our hearts that we'll do it all again soon
My heartfelt best wishes to all!