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  1. Although I can pretend otherwise here, in RL I never learned to read or write.
  2. What will become clear in this thread, if it isn't already, is that someone needn't be a positive influence in your life for you to extract positivity from them. In such cases, the credit goes to... ...you.
  3. Granted. You didn't need that dress shirt, did you? I wish pumpkin spice gasoline was available in 87 octane.
  4. Dad was also a juggernaut and incredibly good at provoking self destruction. He was right well more than half the time but was most instructive when handily winning an argument while being knowingly wrong. I'd walk down to the beach now to kick some of his ashes around, but Lake Michigan has taken the beach, and some of him (I have more ashes in a jar here somewhere) away.
  5. Oh, this'll be easy, Scylla. First...Dad. He's been ever-present in my decade of storytelling here, so that shouldn't surprise anyone. He was passionate, pragmatic, highly skeptical and, though he'd never admit it, an idealist. He was the best at what he did, whatever it was, and he could do anything (except run his business like a damned business, a deficit I clearly inherited). I wouldn't say he made me feel as though my existence was to be celebrated, but more that it was a gift to be appreciated. It took my parents nearly 20 years of "trying" to produce me (and only me), so there was no doubt in my mind that I was appreciated, but it was not a free ride. Both Mom and Dad admitted that trying to produce me had been challenging, but also a lot of fun, so "don't get a big head over it". It was clear from early on that I would take after him, not mom. I loved getting my fingers in, and was curious about, every damned thing. I provided the perfect excuse for Dad to haul out his inner child, and for Mom to proudly proclaim she had two children, born 50 years apart. "Hi, Kids!!!" was her daily affirmation of this. Until I moved away to graduate school, he was my constant companion in chaos. Years later, I would have the great and nervous pleasure of hiring him to help my design team. I didn't reveal our relationship (the company president knew) until people started thinking it was impossible for two people to be so very odd without sharing genes. I am my father's daughter. It was bittersweet when Alzheimer's took him away. Bitter in that the magnificent man who'd raised me was fading away, but sweet in that the little boy inside was playful and happy to the very end. He was the best playmate I'll ever have. My ex-hubby is pretty cool, too. I don't know what he saw in me and if you ask him now, he won't know either. For the dozen years we were together, he was a reliable sounding board and tolerant of my odd sense of humor. He was self confident enough to be an idiot in broad daylight, taking pressure off me and endearing him to my father (who paid him handsomely to marry me, and demanded the money back at our divorce). I received bittersweet news just this morning. He's been promoted to nearly C-suite level in his company and will be relocating, with his family, to the Twin Cities. I've been "Aunt Maddy" to his four kids, and co-confidant to his wife, so this will be a serious loss for me. I may finally have to make good on my promise to start hosting get-togethers for friends and neighbors, as my parents did when I was young. It's difficult, it's exhausting, I don't like it, but it's good for me. Mac (my pseudo adopted, 25yr old asshat) is making a big difference in my life. There appears to be nothing I can do to stop it. I blame Dad for starting me down this road by caring for him when he was little. I can't forget seeing Mac sitting in his lap when he was barely two, while Dad read books to him, and watching Dad haul out his inner kid for a third lap around the joys of being a child. Like so many of the remodeling projects Dad started and never finished, I'll pick up the hammer and saw and keep working on Mac. To his credit, Mac, like every other man who's important to me, tolerates me. Maybe that's all it takes to be special to me? In SL, @Parhelion Palou has probably made the biggest difference. He doesn't know it, he won't believe it, and we can all laugh at how he did it. Years ago, he gifted me the "Li'l Devil" avatar. That's all it took, but he was the one to recognize and act on it. His inner child (he has the male "Li'l Devil") saw the potential and I'm powerless to resist it. @Beth Macbain Dad first saw Mom at a bar (Dirty Helen's Sunflower Inn) in Milwaukee, in 1947. He told his buddy "That's the woman I'm gonna marry." Two weeks later(!), she proposed to him. Four years later (?!) they married.
  6. I imagine a shotgun would do more damage to the fence than the rabbit, so aim carefully!
  7. (s wordplay) Enough parries eventually exhaust swordplayers. FORTE
  8. So nice to see you, Gopi! There was never really a time in my career where I wanted to escape work. I've always loved what I do and the people I did it with. I get pleasure from sharing my enthusiasm with others. Whether I am lucky to do work I love, or lucky to love the work I do, isn't clear and makes no difference. I'm lucky either way. Still, I do encounter visually beautiful people out in the wild, and I will stop to soak them in. I might briefly imagine approaching them, but let it pass. I have noticed that I have a heightened awareness of the beauty in everyone and everything else for some time after such encounters. If others experience this as well, I will argue that beautiful people are a benefit to society and we should appreciate them for that. I don't fret over not acting on my desires, as I'm well aware that the attraction I might feel for that beautiful person is largely a projection of my imagination (Hello, SL!). How many times have you seen a photogenic face, only to discover that, in motion, it's less attractive? How many times have you seen someone in motion, from across a room, and moved closer to discover that, given a voice, they're less attractive?. How many times have you heard an attractive voice, only to find that it's backed by a 2D personality? In reverse, how often have you discovered some beauty, via thoughts and actions, in someone you'd not noticed before? I am attracted to people who are passionate about what they do, and I feed off that passion to power myself. They are not terribly hard to find. I recently attended the wedding of a cousin, at which there was a young women waiting tables. She was not physically attractive, but she lit up the room. She was the highlight of my evening, even as I overheard her telling other wait staff that she had another job after the wedding that would keep her busy till dawn, after which she'd have to care for her two children (I presumed she was a single mom). At the end of the evening, I thanked her for being such a delight. Her joyous attitude was infectious and humbling, and I mused on that for days afterwards. In a different kind of reverse, am I looking at a beauty I'd be uncomfortable displaying myself? Sure, I'd love to be physically beautiful, but then I imagine the potential for that to obscure appreciation for the rest of me because that beauty sets up an unrealistic expectation in others. Or I imagine dashing someone's hopes as I become that person who's voice reveals a 2D interior. I'm an engineer with an absurd sense of humor, I love to dig into complex problems that might take years to solve and marvel at my ability to solve them while making stupid mistakes. How heavenly it would be to surround myself with people who share my interests, my recognition of unavoidable fallibility, and who will challenge me. So, in your case I'd admire from afar for a moment, then get back to work, looking for something attractive in it, and in those around me. And, before the day is out, I'll find something to appreciate in someone... and maybe I'll thank them for it. Thanks for the question, Gopi.
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