I want to entertain, not preach; tell stories, not be mistaken for wisdom filled. I made a pact to tell my truth, but I wasn’t sure exactly how far to go with it.
Preachy people make me feel bored and hostile. That’s not Aspergers, that’s my personality. Which is strong; and sometimes I fear too modeled on my dad’s. He starred in an early MTV commercial, yet refused to believe me when I told him that it was a station that plays rock music 24 hours a day.
My dad, CPA to a Big name Russian ballet dancer at the dancer’s peak, plus many other equally fascinating people was not demented, drunk or even tipsy, or of course on any mind altering drug when he asked this:
“Should I shave half my moustache so that when I’m up there the people who knew me before I grew it will recognize me?”
Yes my father really thought about being in public, and with clients, with half a moustache in case heaven does exist. And somehow…well it made no sense in any respect. What about the people who died when he was a kid? Or in his 20 and 30’s? My father seemed so logical, and was in many areas
I gave the only answer that came to mind; and the only answer that could fit:
“Only if you want to look really really stupid in this life.”