My Philosophy Of Love Sex and Everything in Between

⚠️Warning ⚠️

Caution, these are my humble opinions from my experience and my lessons learned with women, etc. is it not facts? Is it not generalizations, rather just an opinion of this guy. lol

Now I need to share some of my approaches and philosophies of sex and love at this time. I know that those first moments of intimacy are the best and are truly beyond fun and amazing. 

First, women control sex, period, end of story no if’s ands or butts, unless they allow it. We as men have to know and accept this and not try to change it because it will never change. The best thing to treat your significant other as well as possible consistently. Make his/her dreams come true and then you will get those intimate physical moments that us men live on and starve without. Treat your partner the way you would want to be treated, but better. Respect and comfort are critical. Most if not all women think they look hideous. It’s not true and you must do all you can to dispel these negative image thoughts because they will hinder you in the bedroom. Build your woman up, tell her she looks amazing and that you feel amazing just standing next to her. Be honest, of course because that should be true or why are you even with her in the first place? 

Plan things out, the perfect dinner, the best time she can have. Drive her, open all doors and order for her at the restaurant after she shares what she wants. Women want a man that can be confident and in control and demonstrate that you can be without being over-bearing. They want to feel safe and know that their needs are being met in every way. You need to help her feel well enough to get naked with you and that’s no small task. I’m an empath and still struggle with the details and keep in mind even if you do everything perfectly it can and often still will not go the way you would like, but that is ok. You will be closer to her for this and she will receive a lot of intimacy even if you don’t and this will bode well for you in the future.

Women are complex amazingly challenging creatures and any number of things in their own minds can take sex out of the picture even if you do your best to help reassure them that they are safe, sexy and beautiful. If this happens, and it will (a lot), just enjoy the moment and quality time you spend together. And believe, me she will remember, and it is a good time to appreciate each other’s company. Sex should never be a goal, it should be an ideal or a place you’d like to get to and if you enjoy and appreciate each other, you will get there at least occasionally. That’s as good as it will get. The grand creator has a great sense of humor. Men are made hungry and women are made thirsty. It is difficult to create a perfect meal that both can enjoy, and sometimes its almost a happy accident. Enjoy it when it happens. In the meantime, treat women the way you know they deserve to be treated not just because they control sex and all physical love but because they will protect and help you too if you help them feel save and empowered.

What about other people, you say! “Joey Schlamoze gets sec every night and Lanie Schlamaze always makes love to her man…” Do not compare, of course you are going to see and hear the best from others because they want you to despise them and want their life. They don’t tell you about the times their partner(s) hit them or have psychological issues. They do not tell you that sex is the only love they know and have. The adage never gets lost that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. In reality, life doesn’t give most of us even remotely close to what we want, but some are great at masking it making their lives seem ideal. Its all a façade, the happiest sounding people often are far from it. They just want others to envy their life. Worry about your own happiness and keep your lawn (life) healthy always doing what is best for you and your own happiness.

            Ok sex, this is not going to be explicit, at all. I am not Dr. Ruth, nor do I claim to be an expert in anything. This is just my philosophy on sex. I cannot emphasize this enough as it bears repeating, in heterosexual relationships women control sex. Any men attempting to control sex in heterosexual relationships are likely misfits in society and need to be taken out and put away someplace very safe and secure for a long long time. Now, believe it or not we spent a lot of time already taking about women and sex. It is all about how they feel in general and at the time. You want your partner to feel safe with you. You want her to feel cherished beautiful and sexy whether she is thin like a rail or curvy and cute. Appreciate all over her, this starts with her mind. Nothing is sexier than a smart strong-minded woman. Man-up and allow her to be strong, embrace it and have no fear. She is with you that should tell you all you need to know. Listen to what she says with words and her body and you will please her as much as she can stand. Then definitely stop, when she tells you to. 

            Do not worry about your pleasure, if she is feeling, happy, safe, appreciated, fulfilled she will turn that on you. And believe me, you will also feel happy and very appreciated afterwards. That is, it simple, it is all about the woman’s mind. You need to help her feel attractive, safe and secure, and as long as the planets align (it takes that too sometimes) she will let you have her… 

Even if not, you are doing it right, keep in mind there are a million factors that need to be satisfied for sex to happen, and there’s a better than good chance some of them will prevent it from happening. This happens (a lot), do not think it is you or a lack of attraction. It could be anything from a woman feeling heavy because she didn’t like the way a dress looked on her to a model in a magazine article that makes her feel ugly. Never give up hope and do not blame yourself or you’ll go down a rough road that may never end. Take care of you when you need that, she will understand or should as you need a safe harmless release more often than not as we as men need ‘physical affection’. Women do not, remember that…

thank you for reading.

-aaa

Originally Published 06/05/2024

Unicorn Challenge 23rd August

A magical new weekly writing opportunity from Jenne Gray and C. E. Ayr.

The rules are:

Maximum of 250 words.

Inspired by photo prompt below.

That’s it.

One Lone Goalie Stands Fast

Standing alone on the damp green turf.

Nighttime arrives as the steady darkness is abated only by the stadiums lights.

A large crowd situated around these proceedings.

The dampness makes the warm evening humid, adding to the tension of the spectacle unfolding.

Near the lights, thousands of small dancing things are drawn and strewn about. 

Oddly (for the figure standing on the field) the strong scent of popcorn, nachos, and hotdogs fills the air.

The spectators enjoy a veritable orgy of outrageously priced junk food.

Consumed with an almost fierce desperation as they root for their favorite team.

Athletes kick and chase a hexagonal patterned ball up and down the field.

For the moment, he lets out a sigh of relief as his counterpart defends a small patch of earth. 

This respite will be short lived as already the  ball has passed midfield and is heading towards his goal. 

Nothing will get through.

He will dive and land horribly to assure a nil score for his opponents. 

A night in the life of a goalie…

-AAA 08/23/2024

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Some Songs Say it All

Originally Published 04/26/2024

Anyone who knows me well, understands that music is a part of my vocabulary in a way. It allows me to apply my pallet of preference to encapsulate volumes of information without the need for explanation as the music provides that.

The powerful imagery that can fill us when we hear a certain song, the flood of memories from sight, to, touch, to sound. Or a song may capture an idea very personal to us, better than we could ever say in our own words.

As is the trend after I experience live music I start to listen to the discography of that artist for a while. Needless to say, I’ve spent a lot of time listening to Billy Joel. A lesser known track of his is one of my favorites.

Where’s The Orchestra, (The closing track on side 2) expresses to me a perfect analogy for being, out of place. Unique, different, somewhat misaligned with status quo. This is truly a beautiful soft anthem to the misunderstood. The reprise of the song “Allentown” on the clarinet at the very end, offers a gentle reminder to the opening track. Enjoy 😉 ❤️❤️🎵🎶🎼

-aaa

The Last Concert

Originally Published 04/28/2024

It’s spring 1990 and time for the last concert of my senior year at my alma mater. Thoughts forward and back flooded my mind as my final concert in highschool was about to happen. It was going to be a surreal concert as all others prior for my this year were as I opted out of the orchestras. Having 7 classes a day for 3 years and spending much of that time trying to manage and assist the drumline was tiring on me. So for these concerts I was strictly an usher and stagehand where needed.

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Things are well in hand, the audience is all seated and all stages are set for the elementary and high school bands, I grab a seat in the front row ready to enjoy this final concert as a spectator. Or so I thought.

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As I steady myself in my seat, the band director beckons me over. I sprint over figuring something from the band room was needed which I’d grab post haste. I was handed a folder full of music. The band director explains the snare drummer for the symphonic band was a no show and that I need to site read the concert. He laughed and said “let’s have some fun Anthony, we’re on in five, take a look at the music, the first piece should interest you”.

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I gasped and thought for a moment took a deep breath and made my plan. I’d grab my sticks asap and spend as much time as I can with the music. I sprint to the band room and grab my smallest nylon tips sticks and then back to the gym with the folder under my sleeve. I grab a chair and practice though the first piece noticing at it’s start “solo”. I analyzed it and each subsequent piece noticing the patterns in the notes and the dynamic shifts. The pieces were straightforward and I was ready which was just in time as the concert is about to begin.

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I grab my music and sticks and make my way on stage to the snare drum joining the Symphonic orchestra. The band tunes and I double check my instrument, tightening the snares and the muffle to the sound and feel I like. I face forward at the band director with my music and stand just to the right at lowest eye level.

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The band director turns around and introduces the band to the audience to nice applause. I feel and hear my heartbeat a little. This is going to be something to remember. I take a quick glance at my solo to come as the band director turns around and looks square at me a s smiles. He raises his baton and I raise my sticks then the downbeat and my solo. I gently rat-a-tatted my part as the drum responded to everything my hands did. In all honesty It was pretty rudimentary but I tried as always to make it sound good. I guess the way I played it sounded different than the band was used to as they all turned around and looked at me which made me very uncomfortable. I carefully read ahead and played the part flawlessly (thank goodness). We finish the piece and I let out a soft sign of relief. Then the next piece sad next piece my confidence growing from the first to the last.

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After completing the concert the band director patted me on the back and said “Wasn’t that fun Anthony” I responded with “I guess?” as I gathered myself and he laughed again.

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I thought to myself as I headed home later how crazy my last concert really was. I’d never have do that again l, well, until a couple of years later in college. I’d white-knuckle my concerts with the jazz band and chamber singers in where I’d learn the parts to their portion of it the night of the performance…

-aaa

What it Means to be a Nerd

Originally Published 04/26/2024

Art by Melissa Daugherty
http://madmissywork.blog

Now many people use apply the word nerd to others for many reasons. A person wearing glasses, someone who is eccentric and different from others, someone who is intelligent, someone who is ‘out of step’ with the rest of the world or someone others have trouble relating to.

In my younger years it was also used as a derogatory term for a social outcast/misfit or someone low on the social totem pole that others tend to poke fun of to be mean or just belong. Many or most of these applications have been applied to me at one time or another by nearly everyone I know or have known. I even applied it to myself as a negative connotation.

            Lately many seem to apply it to others as a ‘term of endearment for their own oddness, “Most of my friends are nerds, I love those people”. The words that I immediately focus on is ‘Those people’ many or most of us cannot get away from singling out others even in our adult lives. I think we all try to categorize people whether we mean to or not. Maybe it helps us organize all the people in the world by classifying I don’t quite know, just that we all do it.

            Now what does the word ‘Nerd’ mean to me? I’d like to say that I’m proud to be a nerd but I cannot even finish saying the word before I start to cringe inside. I was either 5 or 6 when the word was first directed at me. I didn’t even know what it meant at the time which is silly since I was reading around 6 years ahead of my age. Part of me thought it was a compliment but of course when laughter was used with the word “What a nerd, hahaha” then the definition became clear at the time. I may not have understood the origins and meaning of the word but, its application was crystal clear. I have since derived meanings and shared them earlier.

            Now as a kid there were still kids even in my neighborhood that would play with me and I was very active on the playground at school. However, I was still at the bottom, last person picked on teams (not sure why I was always at least ok at sports), or was forced onto a team. I guess when word gets around that you are different and a little uncoordinated for your age, word gets around and you’re sort of poisoned to others unless they get to know you. And there were some that did and they at least most of the time left me alone and treated me like everyone else. My best friend growing up was unfortunately at the top of the social ladder and eventually we drifted apart as the social caste system takes over in 6th or 7th grade.

            Glasses, I mentioned them earlier and I wear ones that could (in the wrong hands) start a fire or murder some ants in the very least. I was without said device until age 8 in third grade I failed an eye exam at school and had to visit an optometrist or ‘optimist’ as I jokingly call them. I remember praying to God very very hard to pass my eye exam. I was pretty smart (too smart for my own good) and knew what would happen if I got glasses. So, I took my test and failed with what would become the best vision of my entire life 20/40. I say that because know my vision is something like 20/600. I remember being inconsolable in the optometrist office. I knew what was coming, worse than I had already been treated and I wish I was wrong but I wasn’t.

            I think the term nerd and 4-eyes were applied to me after I added some pretty nerdy looking specs to my ensemble. I guess I didn’t know how to pick glasses as I never wore them before. My parents believed we should all make our mistakes and learn from them and boy did I. Take a harshly honest person (ergo, my wife) with you and have them tell it to you straight, at least you will not look poorly in the glasses they say look ok.

            I for some reason in elementary school had a very advanced vocabulary and no one could understand me at times and that did not help. It was like speaking a foreign language that no one could understand and it put more distance between me and others. It was difficult finding pride in doing well in my studies as others were even mocking me for that. All I wanted was to be a ‘normal’ well-adjusted kid like everyone else. But the master builder had other plans for me. I was to be ‘me’ from the very beginning and I was fighting it even back then but I could not suppress who I was. This is a fool’s errand. We are who we are, nothing can change that. We may evolve and improve, but we are who we are. I tried running away from academic success but that only put more friction between my parents and I and as for my peers, well the teasing just went on. I remember there were a few bottom dwellers even lower on the totem pole than me, and I regret teasing them. It was like I was taking out my social rejections on them. It was a crude form of displacement and was cruel and I regret it and am sorry every day for my behavior.

            I remember in junior high at Rincoln Elementary (Go Roadrunners!!) I was posed a question seemingly about 700 times a day by seemingly everybody, unfortunately. That great movie (it is pretty funny even today) Revenge of the Nerds came out in 1985 and of course everyone said, “Hey were you in that movie, Revenge of The Nerds? You’d be perfect”. I’d just drop my head and walk away hearing the echoing laughter as I did so.

            Leonard Di Vinci was a brilliant scientist, designer, painter and sculptor. Well by the definitions I stated he would be a ‘nerd’ and yet he is an epitome of a Renaissance Man. If he is/was a nerd then that is company I’d like to be in.

            I was also born with musical creativity so this made me a band and choir ‘geek’ or nerd while in school as well. But I love music and always will. I was made for music like a swimmer was made for water, yet a swimmer garnered more respect in those days. Of course, anyone in a rock and roll band was cool but that was pretty much it. I just tried to do what made me happy and that was performing music well or singing well. I felt like I was doing something I was meant to do, until the catcalling would start. I remember being pelted with tortillas at every football game my freshman year of high school. For some reason, we got more acceptance as the years went by and my everyone matured.

            I remember one personal calling me ‘gauche’ in ninth grade. This of course means “socially awkward’ and though it stung it was highly accurate. I had been shunned for so long by so many that I really didn’t know how to fit in, even with other members of my tribe. It seemed I was even low-lying fruit in band. I would have to glom social skills of the few popular people that would (and still do) talk to me. If they only knew how much I wanted to be just like everybody else. Not unique, safely confirming like others and being treated like others. But that just didn’t happen. People became more accepting of me as I got older and mostly seem to remember me in a positive light from those older days. I sometimes wish I could be who they remember instead of who I am. I guess that is something we all battle in our lives, especially as we approach older age which is right around the corner.

            I guilty, I love to read and love science. Many others I know and have known do not. I like science because it explains a lot of the origins of everything. For some reason, I was born with an insatiable curiosity about stuff and science helps spell out a lot of it so I love that. It makes me a nerd, by other people’s definition. There is nothing I can do about this one either as I will always want to know why about a great many things and I read up on them a lot.

            One final area to touch on is my tastes in books and movies. I love, literature in all its forms and adore science fiction. This again forces the aforementioned label upon me. I started reading sci-fi, horror, fantasy and classic literature at a pretty young age (10). I still enjoyed the Beverly Cleary, Judy Blume and Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books at that age too but I became a bookworm and got picked on and at for it.

-aaa

My Philosophy Of Love Sex and Everything in Between

⚠️Warning ⚠️

Caution, these are my humble opinions from my experience and my lessons learned with women, etc. is it not facts? Is it not generalizations, rather just an opinion of this guy. lol

Now I need to share some of my approaches and philosophies of sex and love at this time. I know that those first moments of intimacy are the best and are truly beyond fun and amazing. 

First, women control sex, period, end of story no if’s ands or butts, unless they allow it. We as men have to know and accept this and not try to change it because it will never change. The best thing to treat your significant other as well as possible consistently. Make his/her dreams come true and then you will get those intimate physical moments that us men live on and starve without. Treat your partner the way you would want to be treated, but better. Respect and comfort are critical. Most if not all women think they look hideous. It’s not true and you must do all you can to dispel these negative image thoughts because they will hinder you in the bedroom. Build your woman up, tell her she looks amazing and that you feel amazing just standing next to her. Be honest, of course because that should be true or why are you even with her in the first place? 

Plan things out, the perfect dinner, the best time she can have. Drive her, open all doors and order for her at the restaurant after she shares what she wants. Women want a man that can be confident and in control and demonstrate that you can be without being over-bearing. They want to feel safe and know that their needs are being met in every way. You need to help her feel well enough to get naked with you and that’s no small task. I’m an empath and still struggle with the details and keep in mind even if you do everything perfectly it can and often still will not go the way you would like, but that is ok. You will be closer to her for this and she will receive a lot of intimacy even if you don’t and this will bode well for you in the future.

Women are complex amazingly challenging creatures and any number of things in their own minds can take sex out of the picture even if you do your best to help reassure them that they are safe, sexy and beautiful. If this happens, and it will (a lot), just enjoy the moment and quality time you spend together. And believe, me she will remember, and it is a good time to appreciate each other’s company. Sex should never be a goal, it should be an ideal or a place you’d like to get to and if you enjoy and appreciate each other, you will get there at least occasionally. That’s as good as it will get. The grand creator has a great sense of humor. Men are made hungry and women are made thirsty. It is difficult to create a perfect meal that both can enjoy, and sometimes its almost a happy accident. Enjoy it when it happens. In the meantime, treat women the way you know they deserve to be treated not just because they control sex and all physical love but because they will protect and help you too if you help them feel save and empowered.

What about other people, you say! “Joey Schlamoze gets sec every night and Lanie Schlamaze always makes love to her man…” Do not compare, of course you are going to see and hear the best from others because they want you to despise them and want their life. They don’t tell you about the times their partner(s) hit them or have psychological issues. They do not tell you that sex is the only love they know and have. The adage never gets lost that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. In reality, life doesn’t give most of us even remotely close to what we want, but some are great at masking it making their lives seem ideal. Its all a façade, the happiest sounding people often are far from it. They just want others to envy their life. Worry about your own happiness and keep your lawn (life) healthy always doing what is best for you and your own happiness.

            Ok sex, this is not going to be explicit, at all. I am not Dr. Ruth, nor do I claim to be an expert in anything. This is just my philosophy on sex. I cannot emphasize this enough as it bears repeating, in heterosexual relationships women control sex. Any men attempting to control sex in heterosexual relationships are likely misfits in society and need to be taken out and put away someplace very safe and secure for a long long time. Now, believe it or not we spent a lot of time already taking about women and sex. It is all about how they feel in general and at the time. You want your partner to feel safe with you. You want her to feel cherished beautiful and sexy whether she is thin like a rail or curvy and cute. Appreciate all over her, this starts with her mind. Nothing is sexier than a smart strong-minded woman. Man-up and allow her to be strong, embrace it and have no fear. She is with you that should tell you all you need to know. Listen to what she says with words and her body and you will please her as much as she can stand. Then definitely stop, when she tells you to. 

            Do not worry about your pleasure, if she is feeling, happy, safe, appreciated, fulfilled she will turn that on you. And believe me, you will also feel happy and very appreciated afterwards. That is, it simple, it is all about the woman’s mind. You need to help her feel attractive, safe and secure, and as long as the planets align (it takes that too sometimes) she will let you have her… 

Even if not, you are doing it right, keep in mind there are a million factors that need to be satisfied for sex to happen, and there’s a better than good chance some of them will prevent it from happening. This happens (a lot), do not think it is you or a lack of attraction. It could be anything from a woman feeling heavy because she didn’t like the way a dress looked on her to a model in a magazine article that makes her feel ugly. Never give up hope and do not blame yourself or you’ll go down a rough road that may never end. Take care of you when you need that, she will understand or should as you need a safe harmless release more often than not as we as men need ‘physical affection’. Women do not, remember that…

thank you for reading.

-aaa

PAA Public Author’s Announcement From a Green Blogger

A little tip for blogging that I just learned today, if somebody if anybody makes condescending inflammatory judgments about your character based on your writing, thank them. Don’t respond don’t react don’t argue just thank them. 😊

Now I’m a bit new and green on the blogging front so at first I did give into the comment that was made, and I responded and defended myself vehemently and then the person responded again with even more inflammatory comments. I realized this was all a game. I chose not to play. I went back to edit my original response and thanked them. 😊

They’re gonna be trolls out there and you just have to let them say what they wanna say. They don’t define you you do they don’t define your writing you do and they certainly haven’t lived in your shoes and you remember that consider the source… 😊

Any response to your poetry or your stories or essays is a good response. The goal of the writer is to emote emotion to the reader. It could be agreement with what we’re writing or could be harsh judgment on the writer. It doesn’t matter just don’t react just them. Thank them for taking the time to write any response. 😊

Thank you for reading and putting up with my soapbox rant. Please return to your regularly scheduled programmes… 😊

-aaa

What it Means to be a Nerd

Art by Melissa Daugherty
http://madmissywork.blog

Now many people use apply the word nerd to others for many reasons. A person wearing glasses, someone who is eccentric and different from others, someone who is intelligent, someone who is ‘out of step’ with the rest of the world or someone others have trouble relating to.

In my younger years it was also used as a derogatory term for a social outcast/misfit or someone low on the social totem pole that others tend to poke fun of to be mean or just belong. Many or most of these applications have been applied to me at one time or another by nearly everyone I know or have known. I even applied it to myself as a negative connotation.

            Lately many seem to apply it to others as a ‘term of endearment for their own oddness, “Most of my friends are nerds, I love those people”. The words that I immediately focus on is ‘Those people’ many or most of us cannot get away from singling out others even in our adult lives. I think we all try to categorize people whether we mean to or not. Maybe it helps us organize all the people in the world by classifying I don’t quite know, just that we all do it.

            Now what does the word ‘Nerd’ mean to me? I’d like to say that I’m proud to be a nerd but I cannot even finish saying the word before I start to cringe inside. I was either 5 or 6 when the word was first directed at me. I didn’t even know what it meant at the time which is silly since I was reading around 6 years ahead of my age. Part of me thought it was a compliment but of course when laughter was used with the word “What a nerd, hahaha” then the definition became clear at the time. I may not have understood the origins and meaning of the word but, its application was crystal clear. I have since derived meanings and shared them earlier.

            Now as a kid there were still kids even in my neighborhood that would play with me and I was very active on the playground at school. However, I was still at the bottom, last person picked on teams (not sure why I was always at least ok at sports), or was forced onto a team. I guess when word gets around that you are different and a little uncoordinated for your age, word gets around and you’re sort of poisoned to others unless they get to know you. And there were some that did and they at least most of the time left me alone and treated me like everyone else. My best friend growing up was unfortunately at the top of the social ladder and eventually we drifted apart as the social caste system takes over in 6th or 7th grade.

            Glasses, I mentioned them earlier and I wear ones that could (in the wrong hands) start a fire or murder some ants in the very least. I was without said device until age 8 in third grade I failed an eye exam at school and had to visit an optometrist or ‘optimist’ as I jokingly call them. I remember praying to God very very hard to pass my eye exam. I was pretty smart (too smart for my own good) and knew what would happen if I got glasses. So, I took my test and failed with what would become the best vision of my entire life 20/40. I say that because know my vision is something like 20/600. I remember being inconsolable in the optometrist office. I knew what was coming, worse than I had already been treated and I wish I was wrong but I wasn’t.

            I think the term nerd and 4-eyes were applied to me after I added some pretty nerdy looking specs to my ensemble. I guess I didn’t know how to pick glasses as I never wore them before. My parents believed we should all make our mistakes and learn from them and boy did I. Take a harshly honest person (ergo, my wife) with you and have them tell it to you straight, at least you will not look poorly in the glasses they say look ok.

            I for some reason in elementary school had a very advanced vocabulary and no one could understand me at times and that did not help. It was like speaking a foreign language that no one could understand and it put more distance between me and others. It was difficult finding pride in doing well in my studies as others were even mocking me for that. All I wanted was to be a ‘normal’ well-adjusted kid like everyone else. But the master builder had other plans for me. I was to be ‘me’ from the very beginning and I was fighting it even back then but I could not suppress who I was. This is a fool’s errand. We are who we are, nothing can change that. We may evolve and improve, but we are who we are. I tried running away from academic success but that only put more friction between my parents and I and as for my peers, well the teasing just went on. I remember there were a few bottom dwellers even lower on the totem pole than me, and I regret teasing them. It was like I was taking out my social rejections on them. It was a crude form of displacement and was cruel and I regret it and am sorry every day for my behavior.

            I remember in junior high at Rincoln Elementary (Go Roadrunners!!) I was posed a question seemingly about 700 times a day by seemingly everybody, unfortunately. That great movie (it is pretty funny even today) Revenge of the Nerds came out in 1985 and of course everyone said, “Hey were you in that movie, Revenge of The Nerds? You’d be perfect”. I’d just drop my head and walk away hearing the echoing laughter as I did so.

            Leonard Di Vinci was a brilliant scientist, designer, painter and sculptor. Well by the definitions I stated he would be a ‘nerd’ and yet he is an epitome of a Renaissance Man. If he is/was a nerd then that is company I’d like to be in.

            I was also born with musical creativity so this made me a band and choir ‘geek’ or nerd while in school as well. But I love music and always will. I was made for music like a swimmer was made for water, yet a swimmer garnered more respect in those days. Of course, anyone in a rock and roll band was cool but that was pretty much it. I just tried to do what made me happy and that was performing music well or singing well. I felt like I was doing something I was meant to do, until the catcalling would start. I remember being pelted with tortillas at every football game my freshman year of high school. For some reason, we got more acceptance as the years went by and my everyone matured.

            I remember one personal calling me ‘gauche’ in ninth grade. This of course means “socially awkward’ and though it stung it was highly accurate. I had been shunned for so long by so many that I really didn’t know how to fit in, even with other members of my tribe. It seemed I was even low-lying fruit in band. I would have to glom social skills of the few popular people that would (and still do) talk to me. If they only knew how much I wanted to be just like everybody else. Not unique, safely confirming like others and being treated like others. But that just didn’t happen. People became more accepting of me as I got older and mostly seem to remember me in a positive light from those older days. I sometimes wish I could be who they remember instead of who I am. I guess that is something we all battle in our lives, especially as we approach older age which is right around the corner.

            I guilty, I love to read and love science. Many others I know and have known do not. I like science because it explains a lot of the origins of everything. For some reason, I was born with an insatiable curiosity about stuff and science helps spell out a lot of it so I love that. It makes me a nerd, by other people’s definition. There is nothing I can do about this one either as I will always want to know why about a great many things and I read up on them a lot.

            One final area to touch on is my tastes in books and movies. I love, literature in all its forms and adore science fiction. This again forces the aforementioned label upon me. I started reading sci-fi, horror, fantasy and classic literature at a pretty young age (10). I still enjoyed the Beverly Cleary, Judy Blume and Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books at that age too but I became a bookworm and got picked on and at for it.

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