Sunday, October 25, 2009

You Never Forget How To Fall Off A Bike

Mom and Dad told me the reason I couldnt hang around the retreatism sites was because I had atleast three speeds that they could witness in one minute, and they were working on one speeds. They said more speeds are better than fewer speeds but for the current situations people with more than one speed had to be able to stay in one speed, avoid using the apropriate speeds for all the various situations that came up and stay in that one stupid speed, and just stay in that one stupid speed.
I had already tried to do it and told everyone off, before I was grown. They considered that as dodging a bullet, even if at taht particular time I was not certain of it, now I am though, as just sitting here playing popstar guitar is more fun than I can imagine anything I saw them doing would be. And unlike them I would have been stuck there, so when they did go off and do fun stuff, I would be stuck doing the same old unfun stuff.
They also said the only way they were pulling it off really was moms centuries of training in the opera and her ability to do chair pose for more than an hour (she can be fake for longer than you want to see it), and Dads being a sunamagun that no one could understand really but everyone pretended they did so he could get away with telling people off because no one really understood him when he did it (except when they did and there were other people around and they had to pretend they didnt for fear of what the others would think by the time they had finished explaining their reaction, or later why they didnt have a reaction).
I had extra arm problems was the bottom line. I could absolutely sit on anything set forth for however long it needed to be hidden, but in the mean time people all over the place would be getting pinched, and for some reason they always know its me.
And the clencher was that no one else looked like me. There were certainly lessons I could learn there, but more that I could learn elsewhere, and there was no labspace there at all, and the only way to come and go was to have people who looked like me pretend to be me hanging around.
These are additional restraints that are not part of our system, based on bad translations retranslated again badly, but they are the prevailing conditions.
All the others are doing the same kinds of things to suit their natures, except the ones who piss people off and get a job in acting, and they might shape up later who knows.