tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21680390.post8265855403941444735..comments2023-10-17T06:32:16.879-05:00Comments on yawp: Good Deed for the DayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21680390.post-21563217671303365762006-12-13T12:32:00.000-06:002006-12-13T12:32:00.000-06:00Ya know, some people wouldn't think what you did w...Ya know, some people wouldn't think what you did was that big of a deal. I, on the other hand, think it is huge. That kind of embarrassment would ruin my day at the very least.<br />~BPPAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21680390.post-8634407349128205862006-12-13T09:14:00.000-06:002006-12-13T09:14:00.000-06:00good deeds are a slippery slope. my (current and...good deeds are a slippery slope. my (current and regretable) job description requires the doing of good deeds on a daily basis to the effect of teaching people to fish - and occasionally lifting 40 lbs to waist level. and as you say, the passing on of good deeds begs the question of someone looking for good deeds. well, this job (at an alternative school for middle school students kicked out of regular school) does not automatically come with people looking for good deeds. it comes with little bastards. now fortunately, a year or so ago I went from a salary to hourly position, so I no longer have a financial obligation to commit continual good deeds after leaving work. however, being a generally decent (descent) human being I am communally or internally obligated to perform additional good deeds, hopefully to people slightly more willing. <br />all of this only serves to remind me of how far I have gotten away from me - an understandably common affliction for a gemini as myself. I got into a slight ammount of trouble in high school (I would advise this to all youth) for refusing to acknowledge any possible career other than being a hermit. living in the woods and writing poems and eating potato soup. this hermit is the center of my being. my greatest contribution and good deed to society should be the gift of poem, and the gift of myself being left alone. isolation. not that I don't need people, because I do, but I certainly don't need this many of them. I think my world could be four friends a woman and a father. <br />anyway - where was this going? good deeds or something. good deeds are like everything else. they happen or they don't. they are expected or unwanted. we know them or we don't. we live and we die and in a thousand years no one will know us. thank God. <br /><br />dsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21680390.post-12324722845400897232006-12-12T22:35:00.000-06:002006-12-12T22:35:00.000-06:00well i shall give you your kudoswell i shall give you your kudosloofrinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09536726261625483977noreply@blogger.com