In late December, 2018, I saw Kinky Friedman perform at Stubbs. Before the show, he went out to the patio by himself to smoke a cigar. I walked up to him, shook his hand, and told him that my mom was friends with his dad. I talked to him a little about that, told him it was an honor to meet him, said I'd been a fan, but that I'd never seen him perform, and I ended it with a finger wave and a, "Break a leg, buddy!," and walked off. After I said, "Break a leg, buddy!," he lit up into a big smile and said, "Thank you!"
When I had my long, extended bout with psychosis in 1995, I had a "recovered memory" hallucination that featured Kinky. In 1999, I drew up a comic book that illustrated the gist of this hallucination, and sent a copy to his dad with a request to pass it along to Kinky. I enclosed a note to Kinky explaining to him the nature of the story in the book, and how it came about. Kinky's dad called me to tell me that he got the book, and that he would pass it along to Kinky, but I never heard back from Kinky about the book.
So, I decided to not bother Kinky about the book when I went to see him at Stubbs. I don't know if he made a connection to me, and that's why he smiled so brightly when I displayed a willingness to let it all go, or if he just thought my showbiz version of "good luck" was really cool, or that I displayed an overall willingness to not bother him in general. Whatever.
I've decided to extend the same courtesy to that famous woman I've written about these past several months and not bother with her anymore. I sent one postcard to her CURRENT fan mail address, sent her one "break a leg" message on one of her social media accounts, and now I just want to leave it at that.
Yeah, there's always a "reason" to extend these deals with these unavailable women beyond, sometimes way beyond, an appropriate stopping point. In high school, it was because this girl flashed me her titty when she talked to me, I went on some dates with her the following summer, and she was one of the first girls I'd ever kissed. We didn't even kiss passionately, but more as a goodnight kiss. Whatever I've mentioned about this famous woman in these past several months, plus whatever I've kept to myself, seems to fall under the same category of "much ado about nothing."
I shouldn't get any blowback from people, especially women, in my world for this declaration of my decision, and for this description of my current mental state regarding this woman. First off, define "blowback." Since I can't read minds, what I might consider blowback might just reside in the eye of the beholder. What if I could read minds, and I did indeed get some blowback for my decision to let go of an "A" list celebrity I've never even met? What then? Really? Blowback for that? Yeesh!
When I had my long, extended bout with psychosis in 1995, I had a "recovered memory" hallucination that featured Kinky. In 1999, I drew up a comic book that illustrated the gist of this hallucination, and sent a copy to his dad with a request to pass it along to Kinky. I enclosed a note to Kinky explaining to him the nature of the story in the book, and how it came about. Kinky's dad called me to tell me that he got the book, and that he would pass it along to Kinky, but I never heard back from Kinky about the book.
So, I decided to not bother Kinky about the book when I went to see him at Stubbs. I don't know if he made a connection to me, and that's why he smiled so brightly when I displayed a willingness to let it all go, or if he just thought my showbiz version of "good luck" was really cool, or that I displayed an overall willingness to not bother him in general. Whatever.
I've decided to extend the same courtesy to that famous woman I've written about these past several months and not bother with her anymore. I sent one postcard to her CURRENT fan mail address, sent her one "break a leg" message on one of her social media accounts, and now I just want to leave it at that.
Yeah, there's always a "reason" to extend these deals with these unavailable women beyond, sometimes way beyond, an appropriate stopping point. In high school, it was because this girl flashed me her titty when she talked to me, I went on some dates with her the following summer, and she was one of the first girls I'd ever kissed. We didn't even kiss passionately, but more as a goodnight kiss. Whatever I've mentioned about this famous woman in these past several months, plus whatever I've kept to myself, seems to fall under the same category of "much ado about nothing."
I shouldn't get any blowback from people, especially women, in my world for this declaration of my decision, and for this description of my current mental state regarding this woman. First off, define "blowback." Since I can't read minds, what I might consider blowback might just reside in the eye of the beholder. What if I could read minds, and I did indeed get some blowback for my decision to let go of an "A" list celebrity I've never even met? What then? Really? Blowback for that? Yeesh!
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