under the "what happens behind the candoor when there's nothing better to do" category (if we were to believe in categories for a moment of sarcastic irony or flippant babble for whatever and ever or not at all, even), I created two Diary Rings for two different reasons/purposes (would have been rather redundant to create them for the same reason/purpose, huh?)... now there might be one of you out there sitting on the edge of your seat itching to learn everything about these two new Diary Rings so I won't side track us too much with innocuous rambling cuz I wouldn't want to give you cause for fretting or frustration (or alarm, even) as your visits here should be pleasant at worst and hopefully might occasionally be ecstatic... fun?...

soma, it might be the soma...

did you ever wonder what the world would be like if the prevailing social (and therein legal) winds provided drug therapy for emotional conflicts and mental insatabilities?... wait, there is some of that going on already... but I mean if it was the norm, the common experience, the legal mandate, even, that everyone was supposed to take a pill (or have an implanted IV drip) of some tranquilizing happy drug that would eliminate anger and fear and hostility and all those harmful emotions that lead to harmful actions... so I wonder, did you ever wonder?...

tranquil, we can call it tranquil...

anyway, those Diary Rings we were talking about before we were drugged, I mean distracted by a thought implanted by an episode of Sliders that reminded me of the classic stories about big brother and so on, are going to be explained now... first of all I finally decided that I would create a Diary Ring... after several years playing with words (and my head) here at DLand and joining a few very carefully selected rings via my various diaries and considering creating a ring but apparently not having the motivation or time (or courage, perhaps, for a Diary Ring is kind of like a party and the risk of throwing a party is that nobody might show up and that's the sort of passive rejection that definitely does not feel good and can knock an insecure person right off the imaginary pedastal he or she might want to believe he or she might deserve to be put on and even if one did not have an overblown ego or delusions of grandeur, the simple desire for approval and validation and just to be cared about is certainly not fulfilled by such a passive rejection that has been immortalized in an old cliche kinda quote "what if you threw a party and nobody came?" so that's why it might take courage to create a diary ring, I mean, in case you wondered or ever thought about it) or whatever to create a ring before (at least as far as I can remember) so I haven't (created a ring before) and I just wondered (probably because I was distracted momentary by what sounded like two knocks on the window but the fact that it is a second floor window and I don't know anyone who can fly and the building would be quite a challenge to climb without rope and some sort of grappling or gripping tools leads me to believe it was probably something else like maybe a tree branch or squirrel or expansion of glass or metal or a paranormal phenomenon or an alien visitor or something like that which caused me to put the laptop aside for a moment and go to the window and find nothing much but the outdoors and while I was up I emptied my bladder and here we are again) if anyone enjoyed this sort of meanderingly redundant word-play (besides me, of course) and if so, would that mean we share a similar vast intellect or merely an interest in linguistics or perhaps we are equally as bored (and would that be sad or funny or some sort of crime) but that was just a wandering thought and the point is I finally did find the time or motivation (or courage) to create a diary ring (two, in fact) and the first was for fans of one of my heros and also for the creative endeavor that most appeals to my personal creative muses and I called the ring Harry Chapin because that is the name of the particular hero to whom I chose to dedicate the first Diary Ring I created here because he exemplifies the creative endeavor that most appeals to my personal creative muses which is songwriting, but not just songwriting in general, more specifically writing lyrical words that express and invoke real emotions because the words express serious life situations or thoughts that stimulate the mind and body and soul and whatever else we might be or call ourselves at this moment or point in time in our history...

huh?...

so if you know and respect Harry Chapin or don't know him or his life or words and music and might like to or simply respect words and music (or maybe even you just love me or have nothing better to do and don't mind giving me the easy ego stroke, as superficial as it might be, of rasing the number of members of the ring I created) then I hope you join the

go ahead, I don't mind waiting...

and speaking of possibly superficial, but still good-feeling ego strokes, the second Diary Ring I created is purely, simply, unabashedly, blatantly, unashamedly, and above all else honestly an attempt to get a stroke for my ego as it is a Diary Ring for anyone (and hopefully everyone) who loves me (or at least tolerates me) and does not mind clicking on the join link (even if you don't put the code on your page, but I'd prefer you to put the code on some page somewhere cuz if you don't then the %% codes might be royally screwed up and nobody would get to your diary and it might even destroy the potential for the ring and you wouldn't want to kill me like that, would you?) and give me the wonderful thrill of watching the number of members who worship me (I mean tolerate and succumb to my begging, errr, are kind hearted souls who have pity of my insatiable and pathetic ego?... like me a little?) or at least smiled occasionally (once, even?) while reading my ramblings and don't mind giving the thirty seconds or less it takes to click the few links that add your diary to the new most exclusive and prestigious and wonderful club ever that makes you the most precious and special person in the whole entire universe and all, really...

ummm, please join my ring?...

maybe it's cuz today is a certain person's birthday who might just understand such exposed vulnerability and slap-happy begging for even the most superficial of recognition... if we can forgive her for what she did to divide us, we might forgive each other for the powerlessness and me for my stupid selfish choices... that would be so good... sigh...

anyway, Happy Birthday to you...

and meanwhile, back in the master escape artist I sometimes call my mind, I hope you all will consider joining my Diary Rings right now, or just as soon as you finish reading this entry... maybe I should consider curtailing my penchant for babbling and come to the realization that concluding this entry might be in my best interests at this point (but then, I'm not so selfish as to consider only what is in my best interests, am I?)...

a-hem

erp

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