Writing the title for this blog required me to suppress the feeling that I was being facetious about a sacred concept among a group I attend. I struggled for a half a second and decided that one more act of being politically correct for the sake of avoiding condescending looks and remarks would put me over the edge. Over the edge meaning I could go around people intentionally blurting out politically incorrect phrases while laughing hysterically. Goodness knows the rules of "what to say" and "how to say it" could fill a volume. Not to mention, although I am mentioning, that the time and place and tone of voice also carry weight. "Unspoken things" can place one in the middle of a moment when silence ensues followed by the beginning of a conversation or conversations about motive, lack of tact, "what were you thinking"! And, in my experience, the liberal minded are the narrow minded. I dare not respond to a liberal rant, on facebook or in conversation, with anything that smacks of an "opinion"! No, I need to correct myself; Anything that differs with their opinions.
Every topic of conversation can bring out censorship and smug side conversations...oh, I am so weary with it all. If this is what liberal looks like then where are the authentic liberals? I had no idea this topic was hanging out in my psyche. I can say whatever I want to say, of course. No one has censored me to this point. Why am I spun up about it?
I have been daydreaming of far away places.
The indelible repetition of the"J.D. Wentworth" commercial on t.v. has created an incessant repetition of their song into my brain. Perversely enough, I only remember part of the song but it has planted itself into my psyche. I sing it randomly and robustly. The actors sing that song robustly. Unfortunately this little diddy might come to life in me while shopping or in a meeting or anywhere. I have blurted out the song when with other people and they have no clue about "J.D. Wentworth". I don't even know what kind of business they are in...lawyer or loan sharks. It is one of those two. Oh, I just heard a piece of the song, "...and I need cash now!!". They are loan sharks. That is worse. That is much worse. I have a loan shark's advertisement song stuck in my head. ARGH-H-H! Say it isn't so!
Meanwhile in a tiny tea room someone, somewhere is preparing to enjoy the flavor of an exotic tea. The room is dimly lit. Although it is mid-day and the sun is high in the sky the tea room is darkened. Outside the hot,humid air confounds any effort to seek relief. In the tea room the air holds a mixture of exotic spices. It flows through the room in gentle, undulating swirls. An old, large fan with blades the shape of huge palm leaves turns overhead. Conversation is hushed. Time slows. Deals are cut. Love is found. Love is lost. And so, someone, somewhere cradles a cup of fragrant tea, brings the rim of the cup to their lips and quietly, delicately draws the first sip into their mouth. The pleasure is sublime, hypnotic and unique. Ah-h-h! Someone, somewhere
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