The Man behind the Curtain…

I’ll be the first to admit, I don’t think like any other adults I know. I don’t think like kids, either. I dunno why I think the way I do, but I do know that my insight is typically has these features: Fact based, practical, and usually outside the box.

Simply find the Patterns in the Chaos.

Now, being Chaos, naturally, the potential to see ANY Pattern is possible, and most likely, probable.

However, the nice filter is the one that recognizes the value of the Pattern due to the size and strength of the Network of Patterns it connects to, and its ability to mesh together with others, and nicely at that.

So, I dunno. Anyone care to see the real man behind the curtain?



Hrmmm…ok, where to start?

Well, if you’ve checked out any other post, and read the “About Me” entry, then you know something. Basically, you know the abridged backstory behind yours truly. For those who really don’t know me, this entry is something special.

Fact is, I usually don’t talk about ME. Sure, I tell you what I think, share what I may have learned myself…but a concrete linear reconstruction of my life? Nope. I don’t talk about the Past, for the most part.

Its the Now. That is where I am.

Its the Future. That is where I am going.

Ever since I posted parole in the parental homestead, and leaped from the high enclosing walls? Virtual Freefall.

My life has been boring at times. My life has had its fill of drama and comedy and sorrow.

You see, my ultimate fascination?

People. How they think. How they respond. How they interact.

I have spent many years pondering and observing these things, these moments of Now.

They cascade past me, into History, as I fly headlong in the Future.

Patterns in the Chaos.

Seeing Patterns opens opportunities.

I am a Hedonist. Bluntly put.

Experiencing it, simply to be experiencing it…that’s my way. If it is pleasurable…I’ll do it again, eventually.

Being a Hedonist, and being fascinated with people, led me down a certain pattern of thinking.

Scary parts ahead, baby.

This isn’t the Mask of Frost, that charming and delightful person with a stinging wit and practical banter. Oh no, that, my dears, is Frost using his Tools, to craft his Will. That is meticulous, and planned. Every breath, every word, every moment, to extract the most pleasing interaction from you possible, whether it be short term or long term.

Benjamin Franklin once said that you could attract more ants with honey rather than vinegar. The adage, of course, points out that the more pleasant you are, the more people you could attract to you, rather than being bitter and sour.

I, from years of testing this hypothosis, wholeheartedly agree.

I’m not saying that I have been transformed over the years into one of those totally plastic people who repress everything except their insincere Barbie faced smiles, who always seem to simply dismiss those things in life that they find objectionable.

Can’t do it.

I’m a Hedonist, remember…? Ain’t no thrill in the chill pill.

So, from the very first time we meet…

I am Charming. Listening. Responding in a sympathetic manner, but always focused on my ideals of your situation. I ask questions. I LEARN YOU.

I want you to LIKE me.

Not becoming things I am not, because…well, I am what I am. I figured out a long time ago, new tricks or not, a dog is still a dog. Don’t matter if you put it in a sweater, give it a stylish haircut, or get it to fetch shit for you. Its still a DOG.

So, I am going to be honest with you. I’ll give you just enough about me, for you to have no objections.

Now, the scary parts.

I’m a Hedonist. I want you to LIKE me, so I may experience YOU. Not just in a sexual term, although (…I told you this is going to draw from more than 17 years of living…) THAT particular manner is a VERY enjoyable thought, no matter WHO I interacting with.

Yah, I flirt with everyone. Not the traditional OMG sexual tension kinds of flirt.

Naw, my flirts are much more insidious…LOL

Any opportunity I get, I will compliment beauty. As an artist, I can see beauty ANYWHERE.

The right smile, nod of the head, accessory. Whatever. If I think it is worth noting, I will mention it.

Now that I am paying attention to you…

Good idea? Good job? Make a good choice? I will acknowledge, encouraging word and praise.

At this point, its no longer about me.

Its all about you.

And you won’t even notice, too busy being intrigued with the man who’s noticing you, paying attention to you, listening to you and telling you how good it is.

Now, I have your ear. You now are interested in what I have to say, what I think, about YOUR life…because that is ALL we will ever talk about…unless it is needed for me to insert more information into what I established in the first place, to help me continue to hold this sway over you.

My inner most secrets, thoughts, heart? They belong to me, and me alone. If you want them…YOU must make an effort. I do not hide. But I do not volunteer ANYTHING, unless it gives me an advantage to get closer to you.

Next, my ideals of your potential will be encouraged.

I will softly and quietly adjust the wind in your sails, shift the trim, and set you off in a direction of MY choosing…and yours, too. Freely, and willingly. I will cement the binds between us, strengthening them, fanning the flames. I am desirable. I am trusted. I am respected. My ideas have weight, and influence. I make you see things in a new way. I discourage fears. I blow excuses out of the water.

I truly believe I am the Djinn of the Lamp. I believe I can make your dreams, desires and fantasies real…if I am allowed.

Problem is…everyone has wishes.

Which makes me suffer Butterfly Syndrome.

There are so many flowers that I need to touch. To experience. You are but one.

There lies the stone cold sobering truth of it all.

How’s that for simply scratching the surface?