You need to give them the full rundown. I mean every dirty, boring bit. Every ache and pain, every triumph and tragedy. Tell them everything that has happened to you since the last time you saw that person. Not just the highlights. Tell them what you have had for every meal, everything you have read or thought about, everything you watched on TV.
And don’t skimp on the details. Tell them about the health of every plant in your garden, and how your car is running. Tell them about your junk mail and the amount of dietary fiber you have been consuming and how that has effected your regularity.
Because people need to learn that going around throwing out random questions based on nothing more than a societal pattern of pre-planned politeness has consequences…
Pouring My Art Out 
I used to do that – then I started noticing everyone I spoke to had glazed eyes! For some reason, people don’t ask me anymore either . . .
that is the upside of the plan
I note you did not even comment on me being back after so long – afraid to ask?
I figure you have your reasons… good to have you back though.
I could never remember all those details to share.
make stuff up
Dude, cheer up.
HA!… this is making me laugh.
It’s okay. Be happy.
I will give it a shot
Of tequila
oh yeah
Oh. Yup
poy ho
Lol
ahhhhhh
What shall we ask instead?
Oh… uh… well… I don’t usually think these things through… The crack squirrels in my head come up with the ideas, and I leave it to my followers… the smartest and most awesome members of the human race, to determine if there is anything to learn from it.
Haha, the squirrels in your head are on crack? That is a dangerous combination.
I will have a ponder and get back to you.
All I can say is that you might want to go back and at least glance through a few of my old posts before you commit to sticking around here. I will not hold it against you if you unfollow me. I am an acquired taste, I am not for the faint of heart, I am like a really stinky cheese… not everybody is going to like it, and I am okay with that.
Fair enough!
I do try to be fair… this place is a little crazy, and sometimes people show up and stay, expecting me to continue doing whatever it is that caught their eye… but I never do for long… because: crack squirrels…
I can imagine crack squirrels aren’t very stable.
No, but they do allow for a certain level of productivity.
Down deep Art, we humans really don’t get along very well. So, we establish these little conventions to keep wars from starting over one silly question. Just answer as expected and save your vitrol for bigger matters. It doesn’t hurt anyone or twist your deep beliefs beyond recovery. For God’s sake, it’s a simple greeting. Pick your battles or when the really important ones come along you’ll have no energy.
Buck up now and find a big cause, like Trent’s sagging tulips.m 😀
I have already solved Trent’s little issue… but I am not done with my war on fake social oral lubrication… not by a long shot…
Yeah. Well, here we are. In this age of existence, we have the means to express ourselves any way we want. I mean hell, I could be naked at the keyboard with a propa semi, talking about my asshole yoga instructor that showed up three minutes late oh hell. Ah hell. Anyway, it’s not all bad. At least people are communicating. The boring bits, maybe they’re just who we are and what we do. I always get amazed when someone writes something large. Something that seems to me to matter. I don’t often know how they do that. But it’s like a glimpse into something. As though you were just shown something true, and meaningful, and that you’d better not let it go. Maybe it’s just chance. A million boring bits because there’s a some pieces that matter, and touch you.
Also, I was thinking about the tulips off my front porch. I’m pretty sure they’ve sagged a quarter inch in the last day or so. I was thinking that I should water them a bit more, or possibly urinate on them. My neighbour came over and suggested that I add some compost, but not the bagged kind; he said the good composted manure would do much better. Please tell me what I should do.
Obviously you should go out and take a crap on your flowers… then use your urine to wash it down into the soil… then go tell your neighbor your whole life story.
One thing does not appear to be related to the other! Plus my wife does the gardening…
she has her work cut out for her
That’s what she said.
sigh
Naked yoga?
oh yeah
Ummm no and wrong!
Hey… no judging…
Yes lots of judging
no… lots of juggling
pft crack squirrels?
no they aren’t
Always.
Ummm just wrong
I’ll say dat in a rap song
it’s wrong
so wrong
dis song can’t go on
because
wrong
Word..
this song is wrong
as it says
Yo yo Masta Z, gettin down and real in da house, holmes.
Yo down
not wid a frown
oh lord
yes?
ha
a house is not always a holmes
This is a good point, holmes.
thanks for pointing out my point
That sounds dirty.
yeah it does
ha
Is this chapter 1 on how to drive away friends and acquaintances or was that your previous post about having a good day? 😉
And, FWIW, I agree.
I might be in the middle of a tongue-in-cheek commentary on social niceties and how we can become too comfortable with the established routines so that they lose all meaning… or I might not be…
Oh, you mean like when I see someone I hardly know and ask them how they’re doing as a nicety even though I couldn’t care less and hope that they just say “fine”? Yeah, I get it!
That is all I’m saying… maybe…