While it is and is isn’t my life’s mission, I know I am influential to others.

And I often hit people one day, unexpectedly, way down the winding road of time, their having been given much free space and unlimited space/time.

I’m more than cool with that.

However, I understand and I’m more than okay that my forces and powers and charisma of influence are very, very subtle. They indeed are subtle to the point that they may not register or may even, at times, even register in the negative. Maybe I’m a false negative. I’m kind of a cosmic machine of influential wisdom, like a centrifuge of subterfuge. I’m sneaky like that. And I like it best when it’s all lighthearted.

But that’s me. None of you really know me. (Especially if you know a person).

But here’s the real amusing kicker. I get the deepest irony of amusement in the moments and incidences and occasions when I axe people to examine something within themselves. Why do I get such an amusing kick out of that? (You may well axe).

Because I can hear the crickets. That’s hilarious to me. At those times I am most ignored. I am most ridiculed in deep Jeanerette conformist silence. I am most shunned when I give the most helpful advice I could. Metaphoric crucifixion becomes me. And that amuses me to death, almost as much as the degree to which this very post will annoy and confuse and confound people.

My weakness may well be my life-long addiction to the joys and thrills of arcane and opaque humor that doesn’t land.

tmr