Just a few definitions so that we’re all on the same page.
PARIAH: A BO-ridden homeless guy that mutters showtunes to himself and INSISTS on sitting next to me at Starbucks.
THE FURIES: A trio of evil spirits that exist to torment man and manifest themselves as three yoga ladies with incredibly long coffee orders that always get into line ahead of me at Starbucks.
WRONG/RIGHT: Whatever you think versus whatever I think.
MMF: Manhattan Money Frau. Rich, surgically beautiful, and basically useless older mothers that are too busy to have children and are systematically raising an entire generation of serial killers.
WHARF RATS: Bandwagon exercise who got tired of paddle boarding and now swim around the pier in the early morning to keep fit. These people keep Whole Foods in business and, between them and the Yoga Betty’s are responsible for the entire Acacia industry.
YOGA BETTY’S: Typically MMF’s, these are the elitist practitioners of the ancient art of Yoga. They know nothing about it, spend thousands on the clothes, mats, classes, and acacia.
SHARK’S: These are the professional people that use Starbucks as a combination networking/meeting place/hunting ground. Looked at from that viewpoint, I am one of them. This is were my rubber meets the road.
I hope that helps clarify a few things. I had gotten a couple of emails asking about some of the terms I have used and I figure that, as convoluted as this blog has gotten, they are probably not the only one confused.
Incidentally, there is one little bit of business from various emails that I would like to clarify.
I do not view the homeless as pets, that is just rude to suggest.
More like toys. Then again, I view everyone, homeless or not as toys for my amusement.
Its a fairly narcissistic/sociopath view of the world, but it allows me to sleep like a baby without meds.
This is a self diagnosis, by the way. I figured out a long time ago that I should avoid shrinks.
Bad idea, I always got the feeling that once they got a hold of me, they might decide to never let go.
The last thing I want is to become someones basis for a psychiatric industry study. Those people are like those creepy kids you knew when you were little that liked to pull the legs off of bugs.
I like my mental legs where they are, thanks.