Beauty.

I was standing behind my desk, doing something or other, when one of my students, Ellie, came up to me and held out her hand, which was closed into a fist, and said, "I have a bee in my hand. What's in my eye?" In one of the moments of complete intuitive thought, I responded without missing a beat: "Beauty." I remember Ellie's eyes widening in disbelief. It was one of those, "I didn't think you were that smart" moments. And in truth, I wasn't. I didn't think BEE IN HAND = A PERSON HOLDING A BEE = A BEE HOLDER = BEHOLDER = THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER = BEAUTY.  NOT . . . at ALL. (Jacqueline inflection there, in case you missed it.) I just znnnnnnnnt! and said "Beauty."

ANYway . . . I was thinking about beauty yesterday as I was driving hither and yon. Lest you think ill of me, let me say this: I have had relationships with amazingly beautiful women. Women who, if you saw them walking past you, you'd snap a few vertebrae whipping your head around for another look. Okay? And, lest you think a different ill of me, I've also had relationships with plain women, fat women, older women. So it's not THAT, either.

But I have come to a conclusion about beautiful women. I think that with very few exceptions, they are the most self-centered and manipulative people on earth. I understand it to some degree. When people have treated you . . . . 

Oh, I guess I never finished that one. But cool gif, right? So let's just let this little bird fly away as is, then.