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Post #140762 by Tiki_Bong on Fri, Feb 11, 2005 8:56 PM

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Now that I'm not actually well... working, I seem to have more time than previously noticed to - waste.

So even though I do profess to, and at every chance in fact do, kill my television..., I do also find one's Bong-self to becoming more accustomed to gazing at the glowing box...

So. I've developed an interest in the COmedy Channel about the time I wake up, 12:01 p.m. or so. It's an hour of stand-up comics.

I dig and am also destressed at the fact that we, as humans, must pay someone to make us manifest a certain emotional-facial expression (i.e. laughing ).

(Which brings me to another thought: people I don't recall knowing always seem to ask me "hey, what's the matter? Why don't you smile?". I make it a point to always reply "oh... my father died today. I'm sorry".

I really can't help it. I don't like smiling about nothing in particular.

A smile if given should really mean something.

Why do we pay $30 or $40 to prostitute someone to make us feel a certain pleasurable feeling, naming guffawing at the over-exageration of the obvious (even though I do like it).

How many other emotional effects do we pay to have someone perform upon our neglected selves?

Does this mean that most, more unpleasurable emotional manifestations, are more cheaply attained?

Well, I can think of 2 emotions we'd pay to receive...

Please, share your thoughts on this, pratacint, yet exceilative discussion!