Screenwriting, Spas, Philanthropy, Laughing, Psychoneuroimmunology, Body Polishing, The Entertainment Industry, Wiping Breast Cancer Off the Face of the Planet, Thunder and Lightning, Human Touch, Dancing, Quantum Energy, Love, Swimming, The Waves On "North Shore", World Peace, Hydrotherapy, Current Trends, Wind, Pampering, Making People Smile, Clouds, Serenity, Dark Chocolate, Rain, Whipped Creme, Clear Water, Flowers, Aromatherapy, Cake, Especially "Wedding Cake" (LOL!!!)... Sunrise, Breathing, Eating, Helping Those In Need, Warm Sand, Talented People, Stars, Trees, Persian Food, Sunset, Calamari, Spagetti, Tiramisu, and Coffee!!! Oh Yeah and Recently Lemondrop Martini's Thanks To A Few Friends... Tee Hee!!!
Seeking People of Various Nationalities, Ethnicities, and Spiritualities Who Love "Truth"... Those Who "See Beyond" and "Read Between the Lines"... Spiritual But Not Fanatic... Anyone Who Is "On A Mission"... Dramatic and Romantic Individuals Heighten The Senses... Loyal and Devoted Friends Make Life Worthwhile... Peacemakers Are Beautiful... Philosophers Are Fascinating... Martial Artists Inspire Me... I Would Like to Meet Other "Massage Therapists" and "Body Workers" As Well As "Filmakers" "Artists" "Comedians" and "Musicians"...Don't be fooled by ME. Don't be fooled by the mask I wear. For I wear a thousand masks; masks that I'm afraid to take off, but don't be fooled with me, for God's sake don't be fooled! I give the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny, unruffled, with me, within and without; that confidence is my name and coolness is my game; that the waters are calm and that I'm in command and need no one.But don't believe, please don't. My surface may seem smooth; but my surface is my mask, my ever-varying and concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, no complacency. Beneath dwells the real me, in confusion, in fear, in loneliness. But I hide this, I don't want anyone to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness and of it being exposed. That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, to shield from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only salvation, and I know it. That is, if that glance is followed by acceptance - if it is followed by love. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I am really worth something. But I don't tell you this, I don't dare. I'm afraid to. I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by love and acceptance. It's the only thing that can liberate me.I'm afraid that you will think less of me, that you will laugh, and your laugh will kill me. I'm afraid that deep down inside I'm nothing, that I'm just no good, and that you will see and reject me. So I play games, my desperate, pretending games, with a facade of assurance on the outside, and a trembling child within. An so begins the parade of masks, the glittering, but empty parade of masks... and my life becomes a front.I idly chatter with you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that's really nothing, nothing of which is everything, of what's crying within me.So when I'm going through my routine, do not be fooled by what I'm saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying; what I'd like to be able to say. What for? For survival - what I need to say, but can't say.I dislike hiding; honest I do. I dislike the superficial, phony games I'm playing. I'd really like to be genuine, spontaneous, and ME. But you have to help.You have to help me by holding out your hand, even when that's the last thing I seem to want or need. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you are kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings. Very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy and your power of understanding, I can make it. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stares of the breathing dead. Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I stand, where I tremble. You can remove the mask; you alone can release me from my shadow world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison. So do not pass me by, please do not pass me by! It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I may strike back.It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man, I am irrational. But I am told that love is stronger than the strongest walls, and there lies my hope, my only hope.Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands, for a child is very sensitive, and I AM a child.Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man, every woman, every child... every human that you meet............If You're A Patient, Compassionate, Soul Who Loves to Laugh but Sometimes Cries, Who Strives for Truth and Uncovers Lies... Someone Who Is Occasionally Too Hard On Themself Yet Often Too Soft On Others... More Of A Giver, Than A Taker... A Humble Person Who Works Hard and Doesn't Have Alot Of Time To Waste... Believes In Dreams and Has Infinite Faith... Savors The Moment and Is Thankful For It... I'd Love To Get To Know You On My Space...