“It’s better to start slow and finish fast than to launch out of the gate and crawl across the finish line.”
There was some group that showed up in my facebook newsfeed called “I’m not creepy, I just have a really good memory.” Thinking about it for a minute, how can you say you’re not creepy? I know on occasion I have pointed out details to people from years in the past, and people find it kind of creepy that I can remember such randomly specific details. To me it’s not creepy, but to others it might be. But one thing I can’t do is tell that person that it’s not creepy; then I’d just be asking them to lie to themselves. I can’t tell someone that reciting 100 digits of pi makes me smart, I can’t tell someone that my jokes are funny, and I can’t tell someone that giving them flowers is romantic. You do what you do, but you can’t tell other people what you do; it’s up to them to see it, and it’s up to you to show them.
A boy had a cold and needed to blow his nose. There was no tissue in the classroom so he ran to the bathroom and blew his nose into a paper towel square; more paper than towel. Upon removing the half utilized paper from his face to inhale, he paused and examine the paper towel. The way he had blasted the low quality paper towel left a symmetrical blotted pattern of wet and dry resembling a Rorschach ink blot. He was oddly fascinated by it, albeit a disgusting happenstance. Forgetting to sneeze, he looked at it a while longer, trying to discern what the shape reminded him of.
A fellow student walked in. He holds the sneeze blot out at the student. “What does this look like to you?”
“Oh Jesus!” The student was grossed out and completely caught off guard.
“Hmm,” The sneezer examined the paper towel again. “Okay, yeah — I can kinda see it now.”