Objectivist Smack Talk!
There are times when you just gotta smack talk.
So, come up with your best Objectivist zinger.
Keep this in mind though - the almost impossible bar to reach is Howard Roarke's, "But I don't think of you..."
So, come up with your best Objectivist zinger.
Keep this in mind though - the almost impossible bar to reach is Howard Roarke's, "But I don't think of you..."
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I've got another good one, but...
northeast of here and has a facebook page. . I sent
her a note;;; no response.
my first was an exchange student -- can't find her.
most friends have faded into ancient diary history,
but one is quite active;;; we're writing books
together. . just finished one tonight. . a guy, this
friend.
the older I get, the more I want to put a factual
diary together, with names and dates -- march 24,
1967, north beach jekyll island, when I first
kissed a girl -- and I just might do it. . wonder
where she is, now....... -- j
then looked for someone with whom to make a family
for 15 more, then married someone with whom
no kids came along, so we're growing old together
and loving others' kids.
wife is disabled with arthritis, etc. and I have
emphysema, so we go slow, but We Go !!! -- j
One of my through-marriage relatives showed up last Thanksgiving looking decidedly pregnant. I bit my tongue and didn't congratulate her, but judiciously asked around... she wasn't.
It turned out that her hub wants a family but she's afraid of anything and everything associated with pregnancy, birth, etc., and when she's anxious, she eats... and the fat accumulates where it makes her look pregnant.
Ironic, eh? My first wife and I both had enough neuroses and other shit that, had we made any babies, those poor kids would have had genes they'd want to trade in for good ones. Lucky for those unborn non-children of ours, probably (actually and obviously, no way to know now...).
Second wife lost her reproductive plumbing after an auto accident, so according to some fundamentalists, our marriage could not produce children naturally, so we're as bad as if we were gay and of same gender.
Life on this planet is SO strange...
restraint together, and were married by a judge with
her next-door-neighbor witnessing. . . when the
judge said, "You may kiss the bride," I replied
(no kidding) "Where?"
that's how much we wanted to comply with the
rules -- just tell me what to do, and let us leave.
I could fix most everything except her fear of
having kids. -- j
Engineers DO make great spouses, though... they can fix things AND are often good earners and not as 'flighty' as some of the more ... ah... 'flamboyant' competitors.
YMMV...
Took the first one, "M" to a drive-in movie. She sat on my hand and I was naïve (and stupid) enough to remove my hand.
The second one, "J", about four years later, was my bunk-buddy for two months, and although I was getting VERY serious about HER, it wasn't mutual and she dropped me like a hot rock. A few months later, I was crushing on "D" who was more interested in "Rick." Some time later, Rick and "J" married... some irony in that. "D" got her MD, I think, and married. Rick and "J" divorced, and around the time I got back in touch with "J", she stopped writing suddenly. Her sister told me a few months later that "J" had died. Such is life...
southern belle -- asked me how I was able to
attract girlfriends so easily. . . y'see, she didn't
understand how an atheist could relate to the
real world, I guess, and she'd seen me with
more than one girlfriend. . . serial monogamy.
so, it was engineering, huh?
I never knew that. . I thought that it was
animal magnetism. . the other strong force. -- j
p.s. Dale was a fortunate young man!!!
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