Monday, November 3, 2014

The Point Of It All

These are the mornings you remember why you do this silly little gay setting records thing.

Ten days ago I juggled two balls in my left hand for 341 juggles. It was a personal record. Better than my record with the right hand (somewhere in the 200s at that point).

On January first of this year I couldn't juggle three balls for more than a couple throws. Now that record is 56 minutes. 

I'll be switching the right hand juggle from count to time because two days ago I set a new right hand record of 333 (still no 341, mind you) & skipped juggling yesterday, opting for the my favorite tax exempt mega corporation's Sunday games, but today, on the first & only attempt made: 955 juggles. 

I think I only stopped because I started wondering about the world record, & started thinking of other, better jugglers (that & the two balls hit each other in mid-air).

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The proper tone in describing this record setting & similar ones, either to yourself or someone else in public is derision & healthy teasing, which in my absence should be as hearty as you like.

In private, however, the proper tone is one of jubilation.

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The third commandment of becoming a saint: congratulate yourself, pat yourself on the back, stroke every pathetic little part of your ego, truly absorb it.

"Awesome job," say to yourself. Or a fist pump will suffice.

But something.

& then laugh at yourself for good measure.

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