My Rosy Revlon Pie Whole

Have you ever been in such a good mood that everything that comes out of your mouth is silly? I'm having one of those days...or, I was. My whole world has been a natural high lately. I started to feel like Superman, I could do no wrong. The euphoria lowered my defenses, which turned this cancerian into a soft shell crab. I get goofy when I'm happy. Unfortunately, exuberance comes at a cost.

I have a bad habit of verbally jousting everybody. I'm just funnin' with people and those who know me are aware of that and participate in the ritualistic game of clever conversational exchanges, but the occasional individual is taken off guard when the witty rejoinders begin to flow freely from my rosy Revlon pie whole. I begin the lively exchange and get stonewalled. That can bring me down quicker than an explosive toting terrorist. That was my experience today. Someone called today that hasn't seen me in years, asking for a phone number. While I was fumbling for the information I tried to break the ice with one of my moronic responses I'm so famous for when giddy. I then realized he was in no mood for humor and I was met curtly then disengaged. Ouch.

While it laid me out for a moment or two, I quickly recuperated and went about my nonsense toying with my chair adjustments and spinning in circles. I don't like to dwell in the cesspool of negative emotions. I'm sorry someone out there finds my humor hostile, but I know me, I won't give up hope that the next time we speak I won't have to pretend I'm a dry, unresponsive curmudgeon for fear of retribution. Fear is another one of those emotions I give little time to.

Who knows, maybe he'll have a good day and feel silly, and enjoy the repartee.
7/3/2005 7:4 PM
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