You sound happy, Faithosaurus - this is good!
Varenne, this sees like a few weird associations you've got yourself mixed up in lately - don't make your life needlessly complicated is my advice.
Storm's cleared (but excellent while it lasted - there was one bolt right next door and the thunderclap was deafening)
I actually don't have many weird associations. I do receive weird attention, however. The person I'm speaking of was a friend in the real world for over ten years. We also dated. Aside from being the smartest mega genius I ever knew, he wasn't strange. He had an artful way of speaking. At some point he seemed to develop an alcohol problem and I kind of withdrew from the friendship. I tried to find him later to see if he had recovered, to see if he was still living.
This is the part that is bonkers; I had another friend (this one online) for more than ten years and eventually in phone texts. We would talk about movies and make jokes and all sorts of just wholesome casual friend type stuff. They were the same person. Different personas, different phone numbers, different addresses. The online version of him made friends with a girl I was very close friends with in the real world. We had several mutual acquaintances. He moved around in the states. He flew to visit here and there with people I genuinely knew, and he was doing it as different people. I don't think he's scary. I think this has been a very elaborate Andy Kaufman type of joke. Made possible by him being a rich, bored genius.
Lightning storms can be cool. We just had a big snow storm here. I went out in it last night for fun.
Are any of his alternate personas
1) Rich?
2) Bored?
3) Genius?
Maybe they don't want to be perceived in these pigeonholing categories for stultification purposes, and found online a new identity (or twenty) serves their freedom better, even if some people get confuddled in the process?
Perhaps have a look at a movie called The Ruling Class if you're looking for answers to behavioral problems amongst the upper echelons.
Well it rained all night and my towels are now soaked through, which is a bloody nuisance, so I'm off to buy more![]()
Rich, bored, and genius they all are, but one is rich from inheritance, one from gambling wins, one from a successful psychology practice. I now have no idea what his actual job was, but he certainly had the means to inhabit multiple residences, afford at least two cellular phones and two computers, and travel frequently in planes.
I'm not complaining, but I am fascinated by this behavior. I'm also amazed that I was able to fascinate such a strange and troubled creature for so many years. He rarely seemed to get bored of messing with me. It made for a lot of amusement for both of us, I think. The game might be over, or he might just reappear as someone new.
I think that Varenne is under a situation that might awaken my detective side. Gotta nail this cheeky culprit!![]()
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That's how I felt, Max! He wove quite a tapestry.
You seem to have been a center of attention, which is often interesting and at times it may also feel as a caress, but be careful anyway.
I want to move. Also, I'm starting to feel increasing spite for the Philipines.
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
They complain when one spends the day at the computer doing one's stuff, but when one browses the web for a considerable time searching for some of their stuff they just love it. Conclusion: the value of what I do is directly proportional to someone else's interests.
Ah Varenne - so you may never have known the real person? This is strange to the power of um lots.
I must remember to buy new towels every Christmas!
It's hard to say what I knew. Some things I'm certain of. He was very well read. He was an atheist. His knowledge of history and global politics were the best I have encountered. His sense of humor was sharp and always on. He seemed genuinely giddy with happiness around me. He once told me he wrote a little story about me. It was written by Harlan Ellison, but I pretended I didn't know because he seemed so pleased with himself. It's hard to describe, but he was a funny funny person. I really liked being his friend. I'm content to not be his friend now, but it was an enriching experience.