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She is So Primitive

She is so primitive, someone whispered. I smirked, knowing they meant me. Odd for sure, another agreed. Someone who never met me. But of course had heard the rumors. I am primal, I told them, telepathically. But they were too advanced to pick up on it. Too far evolved from their aboriginal ancestors to understand. I loved the knowledge that they would have to live many more lifetimes to obtain the primitive they thought they recognized in me. One ventured closer, and kept her eye on me. She watched my every movement, so I because entertaining. Picked things up and examined them, as if I knew what I was doing. Then plunked them back with a sigh, breaking two of them. Her best china apparently. Does she not know the disvalue of material things? “She is primitive,” she reported back to her little gang. I did not apologize for the aftermath of the breakage. That would have confused them even more.

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Date: 4/4/2021 12:50:00 PM
Caren, Perhaps we all need to listen to that primal voice now and them. 'loved the knowledge that they would have to live many more lifetimes ~~ to obtain the primitive they thought they recognized in me.' Thursday’s child has far to go...in so many lifetimes. -Richard
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/4/2021 2:19:00 PM
Thank you for understanding so well Richard.
Date: 4/4/2021 10:32:00 AM
Very interesting piece of work, Caren. I reckon you assuaged your hurt feelings in this most effective way. I have been called a Neanderthal, but I took it as a compliment!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/4/2021 2:20:00 PM
Being referred to as normal is probably the only adjective that would hurt me.