Hi All!!

This one is a loose ramble (babblous semi-incoherentous).  But then, aren’t they all?

  A dear friend said to me, “that sense of humor is a gift!” in reference to my laughing over my run away tire.  I had always thought my creativity was a gift, but had never thought of my humor in that light.  I have often remarked, “I live and love to laugh,” but had always sort of thought of it as much the same as a leopard and its spots, a sort of something that they just have as a matter of natures course.  But a gift…   It is amazing how a thought can trigger a string of thoughts like dominoes.  My thoughts sort of cast off in two directions there.  The inevitable question of “a gift from who?” (or whommmmm? for those that would seek to correct me) at which I chuckle and then move on.  The other is an acknowledgement of my joy from the fact that a smile or even a laugh enters some one else’s day at something that I said or relayed through the gift of gab.  Like some sort of modern day Pollyanna playing a virtual version of the “glad game.”  A much better use of the internet than say…   cyber-sex.  Don’t get me wrong cyber does have its benefits, none of which I will extol at this time, but surely every session at the computer should not end with a “ritual washing of hand(s).”

  I imagine that things will not always be funny, but more a giving of that which courses through my brain (winding way that it is).  If funny, then bonus for having positively effected the quality of someone’s day.  How “Henry David” of me I know I know…
  I know I had my day positively effected as I read a TFI that I got back from another dear friend.  I could not help but smile in all the places that it was meant, sigh and so much insight into the person….

  Some confusion over a name.  I have given to signing these TFI “Drifter” as apposed to my name.  It occurs that some never knew me as Drifter.  Some knew me in another chat-life as stoicism, Unfaithful1, or even FatherTime.  Before Multi-City, I frequented the halls and ways of a community known as Xoom.com.  I experimented with Unfaithful1 and FatherTime.  But, stoicism most accurately reflected my life at the time, (or so I thought till I found out I was using the word wrong lol).  When the fateful day of Xoom.com’s imposition of password controlled access stoicism won out easily over the others.  A series of many events led to my departure from Xoom, now know as NBCi.  I must say that I have not looked back with much in the way of regret.  I left more for not liking the virtual person that I had become than for anything that any one truly did to me.  I walk away with contact to some fantastic people with whom I still communicate today.  The beauty of it is I exercised control over the net instead of allowing the net to control me.  I did something that I did not much care for and a dear friend let me have it but good over the deed, and yet another milestone in the development of the “virtual” me was reached that day.  A sort of return to the person I am on the net being the same as the person I am in life.  To that dear friend I say thank You for kicking my ass when I had it coming.  Is it not ironic that this self same person would be the first to send a TFI back my way?  That, in my opinion, is a friendship that will never die.  And if the two of us were to meet, I would likely pocket a boulder to remind me of the occasion.
  Oh yeah…. this started with “Some confusion over a name,” and I digress.  So, the quest for a new name and a new place to hang my hat was underway and Multi was the place.  I went through several names before settling on DRIFTER.org.  Among them were the inevitable like “Hugh Mungus” and “Anal Intruder” (ladies out there, please take a moment and think like a man; or boy even, if you prefer; and of course, use the other brain) thankfully I got over that phase and quick too.  Drifter was born with the change in job and change in lifestyle; it was fitting.  Then there was the bi-sexual “drifter” that cruised through multi and still walks those halls today and lets not forget the husband stealing female Drifter that floated through too.  With bi men jumping into my privates and mentioning all manner of unmentionables and a vengeful wife out seeking the husband stealing Drifter fem, a change was needed.  DRIFTER was the solution and it would have worked to had it not been for “GRRRRRRRRR GUY” and others like him with the power to clone names in the room.  One day in passive defense of my name, I switched to DRIFTER.org and it has stuck since.  Further, to avoid confusion I am DRIFTER.org in but one room of multi “Teasing.”  So, if you happen to be making the rounds in multi-city and you come across a Drifter of any room other than “Teasing” rest assured it is not I.  That’s what’s in a name.  Bottom line; choose an identity that you identify with.  Sub line;

“Curb your dog, don’t let your dog curb you”- Langston Hughes

  In other words rule the net and your action within it, don’t let it rule you.  A dear friend mentioned “empowerment.”   Wow   imagine the power of simply turning off the net and surviving without it.  Imagine not letting anyone upset you with childishness that you don’t have to put up with and not letting anyone run you off either.  There were a couple of times I swore I would leave and not return, then I got a grip on the unreal portions of the net.  A fellow used to treat people rather badly in chat and chalk it up to being “just chat.”  To a degree, it is and to a degree, it is not.  Consider finding yourself real world pissed over something virtual, what is the difference between being pissed off at something in the real world and something on the net?  Either way, you end up pissed  (pissed in the extremely angry sense of the word that we yanks prefer, not the drunken state preferred by those from down under).

DRIFTER

After-thought:
  Any who do not wish to receive TFI need simply say the word.  I assure you I will not take offense.  In fact, I would consider it an act of preservation in that the click of a mouse puts wear and tear on the apparatus and I would spare your mice the extra clicks required to delete this, if it goes unread : ).  In this, I have no ego to bruise.  Simply email me with a subject line of “No TFI.”  No explanation required.
  Trying to keep it at about once a week.  I may even go bi-weekly, have not quite decided (irrelevant as my mind is it’s own keeper and thinks what it will at will).  Never the less, I welcome any feed back on this.
 

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