AWARDING MYSELF A PARTICIPATION TROPHY

Something I felt compelled to say under a post about the negativity and acerbity elsewhere: "I rarely comment, because I am a beacon of light, and filled with warm fuzzies." Also, I am awash with kind feelings toward my fellow humans, which by my reckoning is by far the minority of the ambling apes roaming the planet and cloggin up MY streets.

That second remained unsaid. No need to disturb them.

Often I am at my most social outside of work when on a crowded bus at rush hour hurtling across Nob Hill, positively butterfly-like, and gracious too, because that is the only time close proximity to hordes of people makes any sense to me. As you will understand, sporting events and rock concerts are out of the question. As are mass rallies. Quite.

Extroversion has limits, after which common sense should kick in.

Y'all dress funny, smell bad, and eat too much.

I shan't ask what is wrong with you lot.
Because I already laid it out.

There are too many frogs in this pond.



Actually, the folks who shop at my favourite grocery store in Chinatown are also fellow humans. They have purpose, they're on very personal quests, they are busy exploring with curiosity and happy discoveries, and when they speak they ask intelligent questions.
Sometimes they buy strange condiments and unusual noodles.
All of which is very admirable.



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