An Experiment With My Insanity – Basket of Melons

I’ll admit it, I’m a little insane. I’ll do most things, even the embarrassing ones. I’m not afraid to put myself out there and I’m not afraid of rejection. I have hugged a complete stranger and he hugged me back (after asking me what the hell I was doing, of course.)

I’ve stood on the side of a highway with a sign that said “rent me”. I’ve also stood there yelling “you wish you were me, bitches”. (Yes, I was drinking both times.) I am never afraid of looking like a jackass, which is good because I act like one often. I do not care. I’ll knock on random doors looking for tape or a smoke and I don’t mind people thinking I’m nuts.

Tonight’s experiment will be equally exciting. I’ve got a big basket of melons so I will be back on that highway yelling “wanna play with my melons?”

I’ll let you know how it turns out.

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18 thoughts on “An Experiment With My Insanity – Basket of Melons

  1. I love your imagination and your spirit
    I would love to go do this crazy stuff with you sometime
    There’s this card game that I keep meaning to get it’s to acclimate you to rejection
    Basically every day you know pick a new card then the cartels you go ask strangers for hugs ask strangers for rides ask for money all sorts of stuff that would normally get you turn down
    In the process you become desensitized to rejection and along the way you become surprised at the number of people who would give you a hug or give you a dollar or take you somewhere.
    Well at least that’s according to the reviews I’ve read about it.
    I really need to just buy the damn thing.
    But it seems like you live it.
    It probably explains why you seem so strong like you have everything sorted.

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