Hello Blog,
I know that you do not exist, but I would like to talk to you anyways because it makes me feel better. Whenever I come and write to you, it feels as though my inner self gets the chance to regain the notion of who he should be being.
At first, when I thought of writing you, I said to myself, "What's the point of writing Blog? For, he will never write back." And then, as fast as a boy in a snowy maze, I realized that was the intention of your non-response. By not responding and just listening to me speak, you encourage metacognitive thinking. How clever you are, Blog!
Bloggy, if I can call you that (I feel as though I may, for your silence seemingly allows for it), I am now very glad for your wisdom in not answering me. It is very unselfish and good of you. You really are working for my best interest; I could not see that before.
I thought about joining the army today. I think I would be a good soldier. However, since I have an Iraqi friend that would be greatly agitated by my doing so, I shall not.
It is my birthday soon. I hope no one gives me flowers. O boy, would that be embarrassing. My face might even, in fact, turn red. Red like a red motorcar.
When I am older, and if I occupy a managerial position within a business, I will make sure all of my employees are shampooed. Not because I have some kind of hilly-willy for shampooing people, but for the courtesy of the customers and their senses of smell will I be enforcing this shampoo policy. There will be rules. Firstly, I will never personally shampoo an employee of mine. Secondly, if an employee wishes to not be shampooed and instead wishes to have their head be rubbed with incense or another delightful redolence, they may do so, for, I feel, it is the smell that attracts the customer and thus it is the smell that we will give the most attention to. I change my mind about the second rule. There is just something about the smell of shampoo. Or maybe it is the shampoo with the hair. Hmm, I am glad I am not older and not in a managerial position yet; I have a lot of method testing to do.
I used to play basketball a lot. I still try to. You could say it is a pastime of mine. Or could you? Are you allowed to use the word pastime when referring to an individual or must it only be in reference to countries? I'm sorry. I have only heard it used when speaking about America's pastimes. Or Canada. I feel like a no-nothing-blind-deaf-mute with no limbs. That, of course, is a gross hyperbole. But really, wouldn't that just be terrible? To have to no way of communicating except telepathy? I wonder in extreme cases like that, if God would allow a person to develop telepathy. Probably not. The atheists would be all over that. "It's the next stage in evolution!" they would declare, "we must all have deaf-mute-blind-no limbed babies!" And you can bet that there would be one old and wily atheist would name his evolved being "Kathy" just so that he could call her Telepathy Kathy. Then he would chuckle like all atheists do.
Blog, I must thank you for helping me metacognate. Peace be unto you.
4 comments:
This is another friend who asks of you, please do not join the army.
My skin is horribly dry these days. My father said to me, "perhaps if you showered more often, you would not have this problem. the dead cells would be shed in a regular manner. natural exfoliation." He said this because he knows I do not much care for showers. I haven't decided yet what to do. Do you think he is right? Ask Bloggy and see what he says.
Bloggy doesn't answer questions, remember? He only allows questions to be asked of him so that the asker will have a chance to see themselves ask the question and think about what they, themselves had just asked. It's quite brilliant of Bloggy.
Back to your question. I asked Bloggy and by my asking I was able to think of a reasonable answer.
Showering dries out the skin. So, in fact, it is better to apply some sort of moisturizer, or other anti-dry products from the market of the world. Laissez Faire. Hopefully, your invisible hand is well moisturized.
Thanks for reading, e.
After asking, I thought about it too and came to the same conclusion as you did! How Providential.
Laissez Faire. Snort. That reminds me of my favorite high school history class. I still don't know exactly what it means.
Providential is the perfect word for what just happened. Now, you understand the ways of Bloggy.
And here is a link on "Laissez Faire."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laissez-faire
And the invisible hand...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invisible_hand
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