Which Reminds Me

I was talking about the problem of being approached by some guy who does not interest me and what would I say, and probably the most diplomatic way would be to tell him that I only think of him as a "Brother in the Lord." I was talking to some girls at a retreat when I was maybe 17 years old. Oh, did Silvia (MK-Costa Rica) hear that? The fact that some girls will pick up the guys that I rejected does not really say much for her good judgment in broadcasting a skewed version of that, at least not in my opinion.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, gone are the days when I thought that I had some type of secret deal going on with my best friend Debbie Lang, when I was maybe 12 years old. I have completely forgotten everything about that piece of ancient history, whatever that was about, so there is nothing to reason for you to try to "use" that now. It just won't work.

Which Reminds Me

Various times, at least more than once, at college when I ran across Tim and Terry they introduced me to some varied people as their "sister" in a very particular way, as if that meant something special. On the one hand, it never really bothered me, this Pentecostal custom of greeting one another as Brother and Sister. Everybody does that at church so it really does not mean anything other special thing among Pentecostal Christians. Do we not all sing at church every Sunday in El Salvador that song, "Give me your hand and you will be my brother"? Every Christian is my "Brother" in the Lord in that spiritual sense of the term, although I was not specifically talking to them when I originally said something about that. There being no reason for myself to be singled out for a special joke in regards to this matter, I therefore do humbly and modestly step aside, thus deferring and/or declining to fill the vacancy thus proferred online by the silly Cedarjunk jokers. Ha ha ha! Those jokers, always so funny. Yes, I suppose that those prickly pears are always looking for joke fodder.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, who was it who preferred to drink Tab, maybe my sister. I never liked Tab soda drink. I never buy that.

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Yes, where is my staff of 20 diplomats to do all of the necessary research and explain to me the idiotic rantings of Terry? Because I always mostly ignored that joker, because everybody knows that they are NOT serious. They always chatter a pack of nonsense that everybody just laughs away.

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Yes, I do believe that I remember that, in the alphabetical order of things, Martha's locker was adjacent to mine most of the time throughout high school. Even so, I don't recall much talking about diplomatic and/or immigration matters going on during the exchange of textbooks and/or lunchbox. It was her older sister who was probably more likely the amazingly brilliant diplomatical chessmaster who went on to the Sorbonne and rose to political power during the Flores administration, although I would imagine that she is probably retired by now and already had her political season involving the demarcation of the border with Honduras and maybe heard to be complaining about the severity of the U.S. sanctions following the soccer war and allowing the nasties of Honduras to run wild. Even so, I really have no reason or explanation for why you are expecting me to represent either country in the negotiation, given that I am a U.S. citizen by birth and that my parents voted for Nixon, and that we are thus expecting the U.S. President to appoint the appropriate diplomatic personnel who will represent my political interests there and take care of these matters without myself having to think about that very much. I am late learning about this diplomatic language.

Coincidentally, their older brother, now an immigration lawyer in Miami, is a friend of my Dad's from El Salvador. Even so, he really would not be my choice of legal representative, given his perpetual state of mental confusion in regards to the facts about me, on days that I do not feel like apologizing for happening to be a white person, which is pretty much all of the time.

It is easy for these rich people to be a big fish in a small pond such as that country, but probably one imagines that their Mata Hari connections of a vague and distant nature would limit their ability to get into Europe, much less the United States, although I really do not know anything about that. I would only be guessing so of course I never said anything about something that I might have heard about that.

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Yes, I remember that I was talking about the beautiful scenery and then they lied and said that it meant something else. Even so, interesting how some people have so much power and money that they can make it seem as if it were the other way around. Well, you lose some and win some, and then in sum, you were too petty and selfish to be dignified with further comment in response to that.