Middle School Notebook

Why do tattoos look like a middle-school notebook?

A patchwork of little scribbling permanently etched.

What perverts a mind to perceive their cover so minorly as a page?

. . .

Did anyone say, “Tattoo party.?”

Hi, I’m Jen

As our dude departed a beach grocery store, a woman also making her exit asked him, “What is with the outfit?  It’s European style.”  

He responded, “I like to wear short shorts.”

Still curious, she says, “I was just in Greece.  Are you from Europe?”  

“No, but the shorts are from France.”

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How Beautifully Intimidating

Our dude learned the nature of beautiful intimidation in his own curiosity for why some women throughout the ages act bizarrely around him.  He posed the same question to a past therapist and the professional leveled the truth with him.

Knowing the truth and desiring less bizarre reactions from women, our dude began practicing positive, healthy, expansive perspectives and approaches that are light and friendly to the assumingly intimidated.

Beautiful Intimidation

A fine betty asked our dude, “Why do some guys think I am intimidating?”

Figuring to connect on the level of the betty, our dude replied, “In the same way women are intimidated by attractive men, men are intimidated by attractive women.”

Twinsborough

Our dude is a positive, healthy, expansive person and enjoys being such a support when desired, able and willing.

Early in the omer of the Vernal Equinox of 2024, our dude received a request by a man with a type of illness in a similar predicament as our dude.  A request to ride-along with the ill-man from Doylestown, Pennsylvania to Twinsborough, Ohio for some type of specialist appointment.  The ill-man desired to depart town around midnight the day of the appointment and; then depart Twinsborough after the appointment.

The dude accepted the ill-man’s request to be a companion for such a unique journey.  

The appointment was scheduled for 10am Thursday 9 May 2024, Warday of Wiseweek of First-Summer 2024.  In the days leading up to the eventual journey our dude suggested to the ill man that flying would make way more sense than his current desire to drive and return in the same day.

The ill-man also requested our dude to not mention the trip to some folks as he wouldn’t want to make anyone not invited for an epic journey jealous.

The dude abides. 

Crazy nuts, the ill man and our dude are to undertake such a journey.

Separately, both men individually prepared Love-evening for their midnight departure.  Our dude and the ill-man rendezvoused at the agreed lot, parking Wilma and Lexi, respectively.  Readers of Vulnerable on the Vanguard are familiar with Wilma.  Lexi is the ill-man’s vehicle of mass importance.  

At the lot, the ill-man and our dude picked some of the ill-man’s compact discs of music to play for the road trip.  They departed town and county while blasting a greatest hits album of Rammstein.

Our dude’s chords were struck by Carol King’s Tapestry album around 4 am that night somewhere in central-western Pennsylvania.

The hero’s arrived in Twinsborough just after sunrise.  They first stopped at the local chain coffee company.  Our dude napped uncomfortably in Lexi while the ill-man prepared himself for his eventual appointment.

Soon the men made their way to the local medical clinic.  Our dude was exhausted, the ill-man jazzed.  The ill-man checked-in at the computer kiosk.  Our dude wisely looked over his companion’s shoulder as the ill-man typed his information; and, took a fresh mental note of his friend’s name and birthday.

The men then made their way up the elevator to the second floor for the ill-man’s appointment.  There on the second floor the ill-man checked-in with the receptionist.  He was then escorted back to the office, leaving our dude in the semi-busy waiting room.

Our dude needed a more comfortable nap if he were to do the drive back home.  On the way, he noticed a type of furniture perfectly acceptable for a comfortable nap.  The structure was three connected flat seats with no back.  He laid down with his feet overhanging the edge and began to feel the comfort of a nap settle in the semi-busy waiting room.  As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered how soon someone might bother him.  When the feeling of sleep was about to set-in, he heard, “Excuse me sir, are you okay?”

Looking-up, our dude noticed a shaved face and shaved head of a man looking-down.  He seemed to be a clinic employee in the midst of escorting a patient.  He said, “You can’t sleep in the waiting room.  Are you okay?   Are you sick?  Do you need a wheelchair?  Do you need to go to the ER?”

The dude said he was fine and was taking a nap while waiting for his friend.

The shaved bald man said the dude couldn’t nap in the waiting room and asked again if the dude was okay, if he needed a wheelchair or needed to go to the ER.

Still laying down the dude again said he was fine and was taking a nap while waiting for his friend.

The shaved bald man again said the dude couldn’t nap in the waiting room and asked again if the dude was okay, if he needed a wheelchair or needed to go to the ER.

The dude again said he was fine and was taking a nap while waiting for his friend.

The shaved bald man said for the dude to sit-up or he would call security.  

Reluctantly, the dude abides.  

The shaved bald man asked if the dude could nap sitting-up, maybe in a chair.  

The dude declined and simply wanted to nap laying-down where he was.

The shaved bald man said the dude couldn’t nap laying down as laying down was unhygienic.  He then proceeded to sit next to the dude.  Next to the dude, the shaved bald man made a bizarre pantomime of an exaggerated, unlikely behavior.

The dude affirmed the obvious.  The shaved bald man entered the dude's personal space; and, in so doing was more unhygienic due to how close the shaved bald man was breathing in proximity to our dude.

The shaved bald man stood-up and threatened to call security if the dude did not agree to stay sitting-up.

Our dude said, “You know what?  I am sick.  And I will take that wheelchair down to the ER.”

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