Visiting Santa

I entered the fun mall through the Senior Center door and I noticed a fund raising breakfast so my friend Joe (my rummaging buddy and adopted brother) and I forked over a couple bucks. They had the most wonderful Santa talking to the kids and giving presents and posing for pictures. A real white beard, some heft, and the sweetest disposition ever. He greeted lots of the little chips (they DO look like the old blocks) with "Boy, you have really grown since last year" and the kids were just aglow except for one little black-eyed girl who was scared.

Last night I had some brilliant observations about children being brought into the world because of insanity, but today it is mostly gone, except the lingering thought that romance is truly nuts because you even think the songs are about you (that is exactly what mania feels like). I think I have romance figured out. Many people mention that old people get to looking alike; the truth is that people look similar when they marry. The way it works is that people fall in love with their own image by seeing it in the mirror every day. Self interest is the formula for success in the animal kingdom, so it is a natural thing to love yourself. When you see another person with a lot of your features, you fall in love with them too. Look at engagement pictures and then tell me I am wacko.

If people were reasonable, they would realize that the world cannot support many more people but love, lust, and sex are crazy; however kids do look so cute sitting on Santa's lap.