Who Dat Man?

My infinite worldly wisdom has at times proven to not be as sharp as I fantasize it to be. Over the years that it has taken to reach this age of enlightenment that I currently reside in, my decision making process has a track record that bounces from one end of the success chart to the other. Simply put; sometimes my choices in life are good, sometimes disastrous. I suppose, like most people, I am a work in progress. Taking all of this in consideration, lately I have been pondering a few items of interest. Things like, should I take a break from solving the mystery of how do women do that ‘wrap the towel around their head in one graceful move’ thing. I mean seriously folks, I have tried that in the locker room at the gym and it never works out for me. And the looks that I get from the other guys! You would think that these dudes would be supportive of my efforts, but they shy away from me and stare at the ground when I walk by. Oh well, I’m sure that Einstein got his fair share of ostracism too…and if anyone needed a towel wrapped around his hair, that man surely did. Or, I have been wondering if maybe my campaign to have cooking oil recognized as one of the major food groups, and celebrating it with it’s own holiday, might need to be put on the back burner for a while. It seems that our national legislators have a problem with calling it ’Good Fryday’ like I suggested. My attorney said that another group already has dibs on that one. Well, fine then!

One decision that I am not having trouble maintaining is the choice to not post my picture on my diary here. I just don’t think that people could take the shock. I think that in my case, it is better to leave a little mystery lingering in the mix. That way, the reader can make up their own minds as to what the face behind the words looks like. I know that many diarist here have their pics posted and I think that is great. I really enjoy seeing the real ’them’. It’s funny, some of them actually look like how I imagined that they would.

Now, my anonymity is not as pure as I would like. There are several people on OD who know exactly what my mug looks like. Katharina and Trailblazer have known me for many years and have witnessed my transformation from then until now. Somehow, they seem to have survived the spectacle intact, with the exception of a few sessions of intense therapy to help them recover. Elizabeth Higgins and Water Dreamer have bravely viewed me via webcam and seem to have found a way to continue performing their day to day tasks in a somewhat normal manner, although I suspect Prozac has lent a hand in that accomplishment. Farmerchick has spoken on the phone with me on several occasions and has done well in deciphering my grunt and wheeze style of dialect.

So, if you want the scoop on my appearance, then ask one of these diarists. They know the true wizard behind the curtain. Just remember that sometimes obscurity makes the voice of the speaker all that much more enjoyable.

Now, I am off to hone my decision making skills. You never know when one of them might actually come in handy…

Take care.