There is no meaning in the headline that you can divine through reading it once, twice or thrice. It is balderdash and should be taken as such.
Written by man who was challenged to see what he could do with a ridiculous headline and that one is just that…ridiculous.
Given the state of the world ridiculous isn’t a bad tone to take especially when one wants to write freely.
Since that can’t be done here this is a mind dump, a simple exercise in writing with no particular goal or agenda.
The bit below used to be considered comedy though some might say today it represents a particular political party.
It Is Still Funny…Mostly
Long ago I shared the story of a man who had a problem with germs that some might have called obsessive and probably did pre-pandemic.
The dude and I once shared an unfortunate moment in a public restroom.
Me: What did you say?
GermoPhobe: You didn’t spend enough time washing your hands.
Me: Did you time me?
GermoPhobe: No, but I saw what happened at the urinal.
Me: What do you mean you saw what happened?
GermoPhobe: There was blow back, there was spray. It ended up on your hands and legs.
Me: How do you know?
GermoPhobe: I could hear the force with which you expelled your waste.
Me: The force with which I expelled my waste, what are you talking about?
GermoPhobe: It was loud and it was strong. You must have had a lot of coffee. When you pee that hard into a urinal you cannot help but be sprayed by yourself.
Me: You’re right, but that is actually a special pheromone technique that is used to pick up women.
GermoPhobe: Not clean women.
GermoPhobe: No clean woman would want to deal with that.
Me: She might be kinky. Maybe she is into that kind of thing.
GermoPhobe: Not anyone you want, that is filthy and disgusting. Do you know how many germs are in a bathroom.
Me: That varies from day to day. It depends on how much work is available. It is kind of similar in format to the day laborers that hang out at Home Depot. You can’t blame the germs because it is a really effective system.
GermoPhobe: That is not funny.
Me: You’re right. If it was funny I wouldn’t be working here. I’d be on The Tonight Show and my life would be filled with glamour and fame and I certainly wouldn’t need to rely on the old pheromone trick.
GermoPhobe: You really should wash your hands better.
Me: (I stuck a finger in my ear and then responded with) You might be on something.
GermoPhobe: Don’t you mean onto something.
Me: No, I meant on something.
GermoPhobe: I find your comment offensive.
Me: Was it lost?
GermoPhobe: No, I mean that I don’t appreciate what you are saying.
Me: Neither does my wife or my boss. Did they put you up to this.
GermoPhobe: I really should go.
Me: Not yet, I feel a really big sneeze coming on and if you wait a minute I’d be happy to share it with you. (With that I reached into my pants and scratched myself and then grabbed the doorknob)
Maybe I shouldn’t leave my home…
That Aesop dude was on to something. It is part of how I live my life thought I sometimes have chosen not to engage in certain adventures.
But lately I have rededicated myself to going for it because I need answers to certain questions and life is short.
Better to try and fail than fail to try.