Fool's Reward

Have long suspected that the 4F's of my limbic system consist of beefy Fight, reluctant Flight, excessive Feeding, and crippled "Sexual Behaving."  Well, at a meeting last evening the Feeder appeared more subtly than Ego ever had anticipated.

In an effort to ameliorate my more manic public displays, Ego had decided to play cool jazz for easier listening.  Meanwhile Sexy Beast observed the sweetness shared by folks around the room then began warming when a friend arrived and enjoyed sitting close.

Not long after, the friend decided to sit less close, which alarmed Sexy Beast...an understandable yet unnecessary response.  Within moments Feeder, who had grazed lightly for a half hour or so, answered the alarm by grazing earnestly, prowling for victuals during a phone call, and ceasing only when my ride walked out the door.

Good grief!  Nevertheless, suspicion received confirmation as the Mind sifted through actors and events while Consciousness slept and then produced an unexpected reward: joy so exceeded dismay that feeling mortified slides right off my Self.  Wow!

Sure, I feel shy...but who with any lick of sense wouldn't feel at least a wee foolish for noshing incessantly amid company.  So Ego has decided to let Elan ride.

Right on!