Franklin's Dilemma

>> They never seem to ask questions even of themselves. How can a seeker enter or sustain a quest without asking a lot questions? <<

It's my take on things that each person is responsible for keeping their own curiosity alive and... well... curious. One of my favorite sayings is "It's curiosity that kills the "cat." When I'm feeling crude or in a mood to shock somebody, I use "pussy" for cat". The argument is that curiosity kills a woman's romantic or sexual interest when some purported lover is disinterestedly spouting off about love as a scientific experiment. 

I'm not all that sure this theory is entirely correct. I might have to be a nerd to understand experientially whether love as a scientific experiment is a topic that turns women off. There are exceptions to every rule I suppose.

I'm not a nerd or anything even close to being one. I can be curious about anything for any reason, but the proof of the pudding is that I'm not particularly curious about conjuring results using the scientific method.

I might be curious about a person, a nerd, who can do that, and they do it all the time. Why would they not? I tell myself the real nerds do what they do, but using numbers to do what I do using words. I don't do numbers with ease, so how would I know what women attracted to nerds are turned on or off about?

It's not that I haven't successfully taken courses in math beyond the required courses for a Drama and Speech major at the college level. I have, and I made A's and B's just to prove I 'could' do it. I can do math, I just don't care enough to give my very best. Granted, I never got beyond precalculus, but I felt terrific that I could tolerate manipulating formulae and numbers for even that much. 

It's so hard to get people to jump to ridiculous conclusions with me as if we were taking a hay ride together, while using numbers as incantation. For a math phobic person like me that's just suicidal. I don't have to do that to get what I need or want from people with no physical tools or implements to do it.

Getting the female gender to do for-me as redemption for they past sins and as a duty and path for nurturing themselves, is much easier than working alone in some remote lab somewhere reinventing the wheel. Hiring college math professors as a consultants for what i might need math for is dirt cheap compared to actually learning how to do it myself, and they're usually family men who are grateful for the extra money.

One of my strongest intuitions happened while lost to the world drawing and interpreting natal and horary charts, was that most every person has a genius for doing at least one specific task with extreme competence, if not a bunch of them. They wanna be asked to use their genius. People seem very grateful to people who know how to do that. Ask them to use their genius, that is, and if it's done with so-me finesse, it don't bother them at all to use their genius in your favor with nothing much in it for them at all. 

I like discovering people's genius, whatever it is, and giving control of it back to them simply by recognizing something they truly live for, but repressed without meaning to. I enjoy conjuring their genie out of it's den of iniquity, and proving it's needs to it's master irrefutably.

I don't usually ask permission or even tell them what happened. I don't want them to know in my presence that I'm conjuring. The logistics of how it happened don't seem to matter much. If it happens repetitively and/or for long enough, they will eventually do their own conjuring by unconscious imitation. Don't we all?

I make up the stuff I write here to amuse or to entertain myself. It's just drifting thoughts personified. A stitch in ti-me saves nine.