During the Summer of 1986, I watched a documentary by Tony Brown one weekend afternoon on PBS. Tony featured elite Black athletes such as Kareem Abdul Jabbar and Edwin Moses in this documentary. At the end they all answered, in their individual interviews, the question, "What makes a champion?" They all agreed that a champion's true measure of greatness was in how that person conducted themselves when things did not go their way, and that things could possibly not go one's way for a very long period of time. They all said winning medals and championships was all great while it lasted, but it was when the chips were down that a champion was really a champion.
That inspired me enough to continue my utterly fruitless, futile pursuit of Donna, which led to a psychotic episode at Suckmeat Muldoon's party in early September of that year. That's not to say that these guy's were wrong. Okay? The next weekend I saw Donna again at another party and demonstrated by my conciliatory manner towards her that I was not a threat to her. That really opened up an opportunity for Wanda to represent herself as my girlfriend when she was really someone else's girlfriend at the beginning of 1987. I did not conduct myself towards Wanda in a completely exemplary manner.
In the Spring of 1988, I did conduct myself in an exemplary manner towards Sara (see the post, "I'm not bad," from January of 2016). I conducted myself in such an exemplary manner towards Sara that my approach to the dilemmas she presented to me serve as a template to how I conduct myself towards difficult women to this day. I have a less than ideal love interest in my world these days whom I shall treat in much the same way as I treated Sara. There will be no lack of frankness and honesty about what I do, but I will do so with regard to our mutual self-interests. Don't believe me? Watch.
If I awarded a silver medal to how I would conduct myself towards a less than ideal love interest in my world, that medal would go to Myrna. In the Spring of 1989, Myrna and others had the idea that I was a rapist, so she would do stuff like sidle up to me real close while I washed dishes at G/M and she washed out jugs for food storage. Well, that didn't work out the way I wanted it to, but in the aftermath, the worst I behaved towards Myrna was give her a scowl one time through the front window of G/M as she walked to her new job at the yogurt shop around the corner.
The bronze medal in how I would conduct myself towards a less than ideal love interest goes to the way I conducted myself towards a coffee shop employee in 2007. She and her fellow employees sought to punish me for depicting some people who tried to hurt me in 1999 as victims of the Whitman massacre in the first issue of my comic book. In the aftermath of their moves, I just decided to stop patronizing that particular coffee shop, and to instead patronize another. That move stands to this day.
Ever since I broke up with Jeannette in January of 1986, my relationship with women has resembled, on an emotional level, a rather vicious, nasty dog fight more than anything else, and I haven't always conducted myself in an exemplary fashion in every case. But, the fact that my relationship with women has resembled a rather vicious, nasty dogfight this past thirty years or so does not excuse my behavior towards some of the women in my past, and it does not exempt me from trying to behave in an exemplary manner towards less than ideal women in my world nowadays or in the foreseeable future.
That inspired me enough to continue my utterly fruitless, futile pursuit of Donna, which led to a psychotic episode at Suckmeat Muldoon's party in early September of that year. That's not to say that these guy's were wrong. Okay? The next weekend I saw Donna again at another party and demonstrated by my conciliatory manner towards her that I was not a threat to her. That really opened up an opportunity for Wanda to represent herself as my girlfriend when she was really someone else's girlfriend at the beginning of 1987. I did not conduct myself towards Wanda in a completely exemplary manner.
In the Spring of 1988, I did conduct myself in an exemplary manner towards Sara (see the post, "I'm not bad," from January of 2016). I conducted myself in such an exemplary manner towards Sara that my approach to the dilemmas she presented to me serve as a template to how I conduct myself towards difficult women to this day. I have a less than ideal love interest in my world these days whom I shall treat in much the same way as I treated Sara. There will be no lack of frankness and honesty about what I do, but I will do so with regard to our mutual self-interests. Don't believe me? Watch.
If I awarded a silver medal to how I would conduct myself towards a less than ideal love interest in my world, that medal would go to Myrna. In the Spring of 1989, Myrna and others had the idea that I was a rapist, so she would do stuff like sidle up to me real close while I washed dishes at G/M and she washed out jugs for food storage. Well, that didn't work out the way I wanted it to, but in the aftermath, the worst I behaved towards Myrna was give her a scowl one time through the front window of G/M as she walked to her new job at the yogurt shop around the corner.
The bronze medal in how I would conduct myself towards a less than ideal love interest goes to the way I conducted myself towards a coffee shop employee in 2007. She and her fellow employees sought to punish me for depicting some people who tried to hurt me in 1999 as victims of the Whitman massacre in the first issue of my comic book. In the aftermath of their moves, I just decided to stop patronizing that particular coffee shop, and to instead patronize another. That move stands to this day.
Ever since I broke up with Jeannette in January of 1986, my relationship with women has resembled, on an emotional level, a rather vicious, nasty dog fight more than anything else, and I haven't always conducted myself in an exemplary fashion in every case. But, the fact that my relationship with women has resembled a rather vicious, nasty dogfight this past thirty years or so does not excuse my behavior towards some of the women in my past, and it does not exempt me from trying to behave in an exemplary manner towards less than ideal women in my world nowadays or in the foreseeable future.
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