Caught By A Random Thought...Or 20

I thought I was going to get out of it...but I thought wrong.  I tried so hard making note of what was mentioned at the start of posts.  I knew, according to the 'rules', if you commented on the random thoughts of someone else, you had to do your own version.  That was...until someone changed the rules that no longer mentioned commenting on the articles.  Now, all you had to do was read the list and you were nailed, too, and had to make up your own version to share.

I contended, since it's sponsored by the 'Girls' Night Out' group; I should be exempt.  The last time I went potty, I remained standing...I didn't squat...so I must still be a guy; not a girl.  Too bad, mister.  That doesn't hold any water here.  We all know you're gay and some of the acquaintances you have in your circles act more female than some females do.  When a bunch of fags gets together for the night; it's usually worse than 'Girls Gone Wild'.  Nice try, but you're not excused.  You've got to do the survey anyway, so you'd better get busy.  There are a lot of people who already know a lot of things about me.  Tough...this is a new survey on top of there being new members who don't know a thing about you.  So you're S.O.L....you've got to do it all the same.  You got caught!  I tried my best to weasel out of doing this, but there just no way possible I can get away with it.

Get ready for more mindless babble about myself.  At least I have a most interesting subject to talk about.  Here you go...my version of '20 Random Rob Thoughts'......

1. The first thing I did this morning was...rolled over and grabbed the television remote control to flip the TV on to find out what time it is...8:45.  I then drag my carcass out of bed and hobble to the bathroom...relief, look to see if my face is still as ugly as when I went to bed (usually worse in the morning) and to run a comb through my mop; then it's back to the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee and have a glass of strawberry-kiwi juice; sugar-free.  Next stop...computer...to catch up from overnight and to check in with Gather.

2. My strength is: my determination. When I get it into my mind I want to do something or I AM going to do something; I do it.  I've proven that quite a few times over the past year with the ordeal I went though...but I did everything I set out to do; most of it well ahead of schedule.  While some may call me 'accomplished'; others call me stubborn and bullheaded. Well, what do you expect?  I'm a Taurus, after all.  We're noted for being pretty head strong.

3. My weakness is: kitties...or any other poor, defenseless animal in need of loving and a home.  Cute, cuddly, kittens. Alright, so maybe not these kittens.  I like them.  You just won't find me petting them is all.  I might be allergic to this type. I wish I could take all the stray animals of the world in. They're so innocent and full of affection to give back to someone willing to take them in and give them a home.  A place to sleep, a little food and water, a place to go potty and some loving is all they need...and you've made yourself a great, little friend for life.  There are so many babies who need our help...and the chance to live out a healthy, normal life of love. If you're considering adding a pet to your family, won't you please take the time to visit one of your local animal shelters and adopt the little boy or girl of your dreams from among the ranks of the homeless?  You'll not only be doing a great service, but you'll be bringing home a special friend who will always remain by your side no matter what.  Opt for a stray today!

4. I feel like a beautiful person (yes or no)?  It doesn't really matter what I feel like when I have to see what I look like. After that first peek in the mirror every morning, I can honestly say, it's not a pretty sight!  Considering I don't have all that much to work with in the first place, all I can say is, 'Gag!'  I'm not hideously butt ugly, but I'm sure not a model.  At least I admit it and will say I'm decent looking, I guess.  My closest friend calls me 'average...at best'.  I will say, when it comes down to the grand scheme of things, I see many guys I find attractive, but not many guys find me attractive.  I guess it takes a trollish ogre like me to make the good looking ones appear to be even more handsome.

5. This weekend, I am going to: probably sit home alone and do nothing like I do every other weekend.  My best friend's 31st birthday will have passed and I have nothing else on my schedule until possibly Saint Patrick's Day.  About the only thing I do on weekend's is watch 'old people' programs Saturday night, make out my weekly shopping list Sunday morning and catch the NASCAR race on television...if I get the channel it airs on.  I have no life during the week...or on weekends, either.

6. A TV character I'd most compare myself to is: Bozo the Clown is no longer on television...and Ronald Mc Donald doesn't do much in his commercials. Pee Wee Herman is too pervie to be me.  I'm a pervert, but I don't do things in movie theaters and public restrooms.  Anyone else wouldn't be believable.  I'd have to say there's no one like me on television; past or present.  That means a whole new show will have to be created with the story centered around me as the main character.  It would definitely have to be a sitcom, maybe entitled, 'Welcome To Hell'.

7. The most important quality in a potential mate:  Honesty and fidelity; which go hand in hand...if you want to walk hand in hand with me.  I don't put up with story telling.  I'm the only one who tells stories in a relationship...and then, it's only on Gather.  If I'm going to tell things like they are; I expect the same in return.  There will be no cheating whatsoever.  One slight screw up...and the game is over.  Pack your bags and start pounding the pavement 'cuz I just done kicked your sorry, worthless behind to the curb...no second chances.  Once a cheater; always a cheater and you're not doing it to me again.  A line of open and direct communication helps to prevent things from getting to that point in the first place.  Be straight up with me and you've got yourself one hell of a gay man for the rest of your life.

8. My guilty snack pleasure is: French fries...loaded with salt with the Heinz ketchup bottle standing at hand.  It's easy enough to open a bag of chips, chaw into some candy, attack a package of cookies or grab a piece of fruit.  When I'm in the mood to snack; I'm ready to do some real damage.  I don't normally eat between meals, which consists of dinner late each nigh; the only time I eat daily.  Once in a great while, I'm in the mood to nibble on something; usually when my blood sugar drops too low.  I've been known to fire up a pot of grease and fry those fries until they're golden and somewhat crispy. Grab the salt shaker and that bottle of Heinz...and I'm one happy guy.  I've even been know to eat so many fries for a snack that I've skipped dinner altogether.  It's one of my favorite foods I can say I'd eat for every meal if I could...snacks, too.  This might even be my perfect partner...and how he brushes his teeth.  Who needs minty fresh when I have a whole platter of fries on my guy's lips?

9. My first kiss was...totally unexpected.  I was 15 and a bunch of us were hanging out on 'The Island'; a body of land that jutted out into the canal next to the town recreation center.  I had no interest in anyone and maybe a dozen teens were sitting around laughing, smoking cigarettes and pot and drinking whatever booze we had gotten our hands onto.  Her name was Becky Sinclair.  She had a boyfriend, Kevin.  His parents owned a large motel with outdoor swimming pool between the two towns and they had money...to compliment her family's money. I didn't have a penny...or even a place to sleep.  I was surprised when she sat next to me and began playing around.  She told me how she always thought I was good looking, but I never seemed interested.  It would have helped if she had shown me something to spark my interest.  The next thing I knew, she had her tongue down my throat and the suction created wouldn't allow us to separate for nearly half an hour...when she had to go and meet her boyfriend when he got out of football practice.  That's alright, Kevin, I kept her entertained while you were busy.  Seeing how she was, I never wanted to go out with her for fear of who she'd be sucking face with behind my back.

10. Someone who always makes me laugh is: my best friend, Scott.  He always knows what to say and when to say it.  He's my 'everything' friend.  He makes me feel good when I'm feeling bad.  He always comforts me when I don't feel well.  He's always quick to cheer me up when I'm sad.  He can bring my emotions out and allow me to feel love and happiness.  He can even give me a kick in the seat when I need one...and live to tell about it.  He knows just the right things to say to crack me up...and they're usually naughty things, too.  That always works...the dirtier; the better.

11. I'm annoyed by: many things, but mostly injustice in the way some are treated differently than others in many ways.  We are all people and deserve equal treatment on everything as long as we aren't serving time behind bars for committing a crime.  No one should be treated any different for any reason on any issues...period.  You can take your arguments and your 'good book' and shove 'em where the sun don't shine because this is one thing I refuse to budge on.  You're not God, so talk to the hand...because you're sure not about to be allowed to sitteth at it.

12. The last book I read was:  Nuclear Summer...because my picture was in it and my name was mentioned twice.  That was back in my teen years, over two decades ago, when I was a counter-demonstrator against the Woman's Encampment for a Future of Peace and Justice protesting against what they felt were nuclear weapons being stored at the nearby Seneca Army Depot; the largest military munitions dump in the northeast.  It wasn't that I was against their message.  I didn't care for their methods.  They cost the local taxpayers millions of dollars by blocking roads with their marches, their civil disobedience and the destruction of private and public properties...and all the extra law enforcement that was needed.  They even incited a riot at one point when they decided to stand up to the town people and the residents fought back.  They became surrounded at a bridge and had two choices...jump in the water and swim across or get arrested.  It had escalated into a full fledged state of emergency.  The riot squads has to be called in.  Several paddy wagons took a few hundred of them off to jail.  No one wants nuclear war, but they were protesting at the wrong place.  Whether there were warheads stored there or not; nothing could be done about it.  These were just the Indians doing what they were told to do.  They couldn't make any changes even if they wanted to.  Take your beef to Washington where the chiefs are; the ones who can do something about it all.  I've never read another book since in almost twenty five years.

13. If there was a fountain of youth, I'd...be skinny dipping in it...and I'd do so daily.  I'd be bottling some of it to pass out to some of my friends...not just because they're my friends, but because they really need it bad...just like I do. I'm holding my age well enough at this point.  I'm just not looking forward to the day it all catches up to me and passes me for the win.  I just know one of these mornings when I look into the mirror; it won't be me looking back any more...but one of my grandfathers.  By the way, to keep youth as pure as possible, there will be NO PEEING in this pool.  I don't care what your mother said about washing your face with a wet diaper will keep you looking young. 

14. I cannot start my day without...peeing, a cigarette, something quick to drink like juice, soda or Kool Aid and my coffee.  I can live without them, except the peeing part, but I prefer not to.  I need that first sip of something to wet my whistle after all night and to help my morning meds go down.  The peeing is a gimme...or my bladder is going to burst.  I like to begin my day nice and relaxed puffing on a smoke and sucking down a pot of black coffee.  I like to think my day will reflect the way it begins.  So far, for the most part, it does; not that I have a whole lot lined up with having no life.

15. My idol is: again, my best friend, Scott.  For a guy ten years my junior, I sure have learned a lot of good lessons about life from him on top of the street and book smarts I already knew.  I've been able to experience many things I would have never gotten to do in my life because of knowing Scott.  I owe him a lot and love him even more.  He'll be the one I place on the highest pedestal over the course of the rest of my life.

16. If I was stuck on a deserted island, the one person I'd bring is...as much as I'd like it to be my best friend, I wouldn't want him stranded somewhere without the possibility of being rescued.  I'd want him to go on enjoying his life doing the things he likes to do.  Instead, I'd bring my 'secret lover', Tiger.  He wants to play games being a closeted gay man playing on the down low because he's afraid of what others might think or say.  I know what it's like when we're alone together in private...and what he says; how he reacts.  He's really gay pretending to be straight.  This would give him an even bigger opportunity to open up and accept himself without others around to judge him.  He is always able to be his true self around me.  Hopefully, by the time we were rescued...and after I got done with him...he'd be a changed person and be totally honest about who he really is and get on with enjoying life the ways that make him happy, rather than doing what others expect.

17. I prefer to be (beautiful or book smart)? I'm already book smart, but too many people's eyes 'smart' when they look at me.  I'm 'average' to 'decent' looking, but it sure would be nice to be one of the beautiful people again.  Slap that paint on me, do my hair, attire me well...a drastic face lift would really work wonders.   Maybe a nose closer to the size of the one Michael Jackson bought instead of the huge honker I have.  Beauty may only be skin deep...but I can always have a new coat put on.

18. Wish three wishes.  I'd wish for: 1. A romantic partner to be with forever; not to replace my best friend, but to compliment him.  There are just some things I need in my life that Scott can't give to me being best friends.  Whomever that person is, I want them to be a lot like Scott. 2. A nice amount of money to be able to survive on for the rest of my life.  Money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure would help buying the proper food to eat and maybe a few extras to help me live somewhat comfortably...like getting a hair cut regularly, being able to go out to eat more than a couple times a year, having transportation available to get me around when I wanted to go somewhere.  I'm not looking for 'The Life of Riley'; just enough to make ends meet better and get by a little easier.  3. Since money sometimes can't even buy this, I'd like perfect health including having my leg back.  Being in good shape physically, I'd be able to go back to work and do something to keep me busy and be productive.  Until you've sat around like me doing nothing for so long; it's not all the treat it sounds like.  I go stir crazy most days with nothing to do and this has sure made me determine I don't want to retire even when old age comes along.  I want to remain active and busy doing something; anything!

19. One word that describes me:  Unique!  There's never been anyone quite like me, there's isn't anyone like me now and there will never be anyone who even comes close to being like me.  I am my own person and take pride in being like no one else.  There are many other words that can be used to describe me; freak, eccentric, freakier, odd, freakiest, wacky, the biggest freak on the face of the earth...but unique rolls them all into one and describes me best.

20. A surprising fact about me is: and I know I've mentioned this before in the past, but among all the many things I've done in my life, among the most enjoyable was when I was a ringmaster for a three ring circus...The Cole Brothers All Star Circus. We all had our jobs behind the scenes, but I always liked being the center of attention in front of the crowds...the very first person they'd see welcoming them to an event filled with family fun.  'Ladies and gentlemen...and children of all ages...'  I was the one they'd all be gazing upon before every act came out to perform. It was I who thanked them for coming, for enjoying themselves and wishing them a safe trip home carrying with them the memories they had made from a day at the circus.  I was friends with all associated with the show and directed the entire performance.  Though my physical job would have to be curtailed a bit, I'd still like to be out there in the spotlight blowing that whistle to draw attention to myself and the beginning of one of the 'greatest shows on earth.'

So I got caught...and I did my part.  I could have fought kicking and screaming and claimed I didn't get nabbed...but I did...so I suffered my punishment and did my survey, too.  I know many have already been nailed...err...chosen to participate, so you're all off the hook.  I won't add the stipulations that if you read this or leave a comment; you have to do this, too.  If it were earlier in the survey campaign; I most certainly would have, though.  If you feel like jumping aboard; it's a fun little thing to do.  You get to share of yourself and others get to know you a little better.  Think of it this way; it's an easy post for points.  I got mine!  Now, go get yours!