The Cookout

[BadDoggieRenegade]

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Source: docuement: https://nakedhumanity.blogspot.com/2022/06/between-my-hospitall-stress-test-and.html
Subsource doc: A Tale of.....

WHAT HAPPENED IN BETWEEN MY HOSPITAL STRESS TEST AND 'F'THERS DAY- JUNETEENTH' MEAL TREAT..'
'A tale of economic distress, compassion, charity, altruism,
sensuality, latent lust, honesty, self-consciousnesses'


I was walking across the parking lot on the 1st of 2-visits to Target seeking an audio -visual accessory to connect my computer video image onto my HDTV screen. An elderly woman, looking close to or older to my age was pulling an travel bag across the parking lot and she called out to me.

Because of my slight hearing loss, I had to ask her to repeat what she said. Now, at a closer distance, she asked, "Mister, Is there anything that you could give to me because I (yada.. yada..yada..).

Even though I had given $$ to those who looked in more self-abusive dire-straits, the old sistahs well-maintained appearance indicated the results of the hard-times of finding and maintaining shelter in this culture's economy. So, in my code of 'giving from the practical excesses of "my substance" ', I took $3 of the $8's from my bill fold and gave it to her, as I added "You should more qualify your requests!".

In her distressed physical condition, her humble gratitude for the pittance I'd given her, was more centered on not having a male 'benefactor' on whom she could depend (particularly, here in VA [its own separate narrative!]), with allusions to me as someone more likely be the type she hoped to meet, which I disabused her of that fact as by relating that I'm married, tho' a complimented 2-years older than her already revealed age of 70 (April '52).

I complimented her on her general well-maintained condition and comely appearance even under the distressful circumstances she was enduring, presently, as I gave her a kiss of comfort on the side of her head.

Ol gal, once again lamented the dearth of those similar to me, but I grinned and chuckled to her (in my best psycho-puppy/Mad Assassin, Dirty Old Man voice), that all benefactors may not be what they seem, re-noting to her that the request for "ANYTHING THAT I COULD/WOULD GIVE TO HER" could have easily been in that opportunistic moment for an other, more than what was the intent of her requested plea.

With that, Ol Gal, in a less anxious and more coherent sense about her, realized how her plea could be taken by the more lustfully unscrupulous and chuckled with me in her embarrassment of what she may have received other than what she gave her humble gratitude for!

We departed in smiles, musing about that encounter and the alter-scenario that I had suggested could have happened with someone else!
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[BadDoggieRenegade]

Description​

Source: docuement: https://nakedhumanity.blogspot.com/2022/06/between-my-hospitall-stress-test-and.html
Subsource doc: A Tale of.....

WHAT HAPPENED IN BETWEEN MY HOSPITAL STRESS TEST AND 'F'THERS DAY- JUNETEENTH' MEAL TREAT..'
'A tale of economic distress, compassion, charity, altruism,
sensuality, latent lust, honesty, self-consciousnesses'


I was walking across the parking lot on the 1st of 2-visits to Target seeking an audio -visual accessory to connect my computer video image onto my HDTV screen. An elderly woman, looking close to or older to my age was pulling an travel bag across the parking lot and she called out to me.

Because of my slight hearing loss, I had to ask her to repeat what she said. Now, at a closer distance, she asked, "Mister, Is there anything that you could give to me because I (yada.. yada..yada..).

Even though I had given $$ to those who looked in more self-abusive dire-straits, the old sistahs well-maintained appearance indicated the results of the hard-times of finding and maintaining shelter in this culture's economy. So, in my code of 'giving from the practical excesses of "my substance" ', I took $3 of the $8's from my bill fold and gave it to her, as I added "You should more qualify your requests!".

In her distressed physical condition, her humble gratitude for the pittance I'd given her, was more centered on not having a male 'benefactor' on whom she could depend (particularly, here in VA [its own separate narrative!]), with allusions to me as someone more likely be the type she hoped to meet, which I disabused her of that fact as by relating that I'm married, tho' a complimented 2-years older than her already revealed age of 70 (April '52).

I complimented her on her general well-maintained condition and comely appearance even under the distressful circumstances she was enduring, presently, as I gave her a kiss of comfort on the side of her head.

Ol gal, once again lamented the dearth of those similar to me, but I grinned and chuckled to her (in my best psycho-puppy/Mad Assassin, Dirty Old Man voice), that all benefactors may not be what they seem, re-noting to her that the request for "ANYTHING THAT I COULD/WOULD GIVE TO HER" could have easily been in that opportunistic moment for an other, more than what was the intent of her requested plea.

With that, Ol Gal, in a less anxious and more coherent sense about her, realized how her plea could be taken by the more lustfully unscrupulous and chuckled with me in her embarrassment of what she may have received other than what she gave her humble gratitude for!

We departed in smiles, musing about that encounter and the alter-scenario that I had suggested could have happened with someone else!
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For those moved to gratification by this.....
My proxy PayPal QR-code Link
for any literal 2-cents ($0.02) You may want to give
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OlDogger

Compared to the hostess of the treated F'ther Day meal, her sincere but socially engineered alterior motive made what I expected would be the highlight of the mid-day, to not being memorialized as this 3 minute encounter.One thing that that narrative is preferred to to what it could be as a fictional account, is that I'm not projecting a state of mind or intent on the characters. They are their own reporters and I'm the scribe for their reports they're giving. The atmospherics and trappings of their situation can be recognizable to others who've been observant of such conditions or circumstances, themselves.

Memorializing such moments that speak for themselves as that parking lot, speaks to the broader condition recognizable to observants of life beyond their narrow interes

 

[BadDoggieRenegade]

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OlDogger

Compared to the hostess of the treated F'ther Day meal, her sincere but socially engineered alterior motive made what I expected would be the highlight of the mid-day, to not being memorialized as this 3 minute encounter.One thing that that narrative is preferred to to what it could be as a fictional account, is that I'm not projecting a state of mind or intent on the characters. They are their own reporters and I'm the scribe for their reports they're giving. The atmospherics and trappings of their situation can be recognizable to others who've been observant of such conditions or circumstances, themselves.

Memorializing such moments that speak for themselves as that parking lot, speaks to the broader condition recognizable to observants of life beyond their narrow interes

Owning Your intent
She came wardrobed, but her performance was a perfunctory 'checking all the boxes', mechanical repertoire which took away from her otherwise fetching appearance-and she knew how I framed the deal before she arrived! She was the initiator and I took up the most provocative options, without her objections. Probably, she wanted to complete the gesture and make the performance of the gesture, so that that box would be checked off despite my verbal abstract provocations.If the intent was to patronize me with 'the honor of being treated', it was a social presumption on her part that I needed or wanted that "honor" with her.
The presumption should have been verified by a query about the prospective offer of 'the honor' prior to the offer. There were further compounding nuances, which made the offer interesting for its intent. Since the desire to 'want to take me to brunch/dinner' was the totality of 'the ask', only further input by me or her would clarify 'the what for' for the offer. I did so on the lead up notification to proceed to the meeting point. My input further explicitly delineated my intent. No contradictory reply was given to my delineation. In the absence of any contra-offer or remake to my delineation, the abstract framing of the meet was set.

One could say that what was performed was the (very non-verbal )response. My assessment of the meet near the end of the meet and the reaction confirmed that 'what it WAS was what the intent of the offer was no more than the non-verbal performance.Unlike my attempts at writing fiction on which I'd be projecting my approximations of character to a character representation that showed my subjective bias, the narrative account is the replay of what the actors did and say.

That, for me is a better capture of time and existence than what I see as very good titillating stimulating projections by good-to-great fiction writers-a sublime and subtle, though insidious, mental masturbation of escapism.For me escapism as a decompressing relief from present day pressures are handled quite well by our dreams that provide us our internal, neurological novels.

 

[BadDoggieRenegade]

Owning Your intent
She came wardrobed, but her performance was a perfunctory 'checking all the boxes', mechanical repertoire which took away from her otherwise fetching appearance-and she knew how I framed the deal before she arrived! She was the initiator and I took up the most provocative options, without her objections. Probably, she wanted to complete the gesture and make the performance of the gesture, so that that box would be checked off despite my verbal abstract provocations.If the intent was to patronize me with 'the honor of being treated', it was a social presumption on her part that I needed or wanted that "honor" with her.
The presumption should have been verified by a query about the prospective offer of 'the honor' prior to the offer. There were further compounding nuances, which made the offer interesting for its intent. Since the desire to 'want to take me to brunch/dinner' was the totality of 'the ask', only further input by me or her would clarify 'the what for' for the offer. I did so on the lead up notification to proceed to the meeting point. My input further explicitly delineated my intent. No contradictory reply was given to my delineation. In the absence of any contra-offer or remake to my delineation, the abstract framing of the meet was set.

One could say that what was performed was the (very non-verbal )response. My assessment of the meet near the end of the meet and the reaction confirmed that 'what it WAS was what the intent of the offer was no more than the non-verbal performance.Unlike my attempts at writing fiction on which I'd be projecting my approximations of character to a character representation that showed my subjective bias, the narrative account is the replay of what the actors did and say.

That, for me is a better capture of time and existence than what I see as very good titillating stimulating projections by good-to-great fiction writers-a sublime and subtle, though insidious, mental masturbation of escapism.For me escapism as a decompressing relief from present day pressures are handled quite well by our dreams that provide us our internal, neurological novels.

Winning the 'Ad hoc Lottery'
For me it's about the presentation, no matter the status.

At another location in town, there are the regular panhandlers in the panhandling interlude of obvious physical self-abuse of some sort. If I have extra change (since I'm not in the position to provide them with an intangible tool, such as a job), I'd give it to them.

OlGal won-the-lottery b/c of her uniqueness, more than any moot sympathy or empathy I might have had. The moment passed, but for these retrospective hypotheticals. Some people just resonate our 2-cents; others win the $$$-'Lottery'.

We can't change everything, but we can ease and moderate the momentary extremes-for no other reason than the maxim, 'But for the..., there go I..'