Musing

To Norman:

A libertine tried to butt in to our coded conversation irreverently. He has taken one step too many that he mistakes it for a license, having suceeded with his previous foray in, some call it licentious, political commentaries. Been there, done that, those ahead of us usually counsels. But who's gonna remind those who are deaf considering we're both not adept with specialized languages. Or perhaps we are entering, what we accuse our predecessors with glee, this generational chasm.

While we are at this, I wonder how we could preserve some semblance of privacy over the net, now that everything and anyhting seems to be fair game in this age of information technology. how could we exchange, for example, some old fashion banters without some scumbug getting our way(?) and twisting some meaning into it when there is none. And if there is, it is none of his business, being not invited in the first place, the second place being non-existent,by the way.

Way back I suffered the same rebuff. I was obviously taken aback but never oblivious of the fact (sorry for the rhyme) that steps are not always forward, it could be sideways, even backwards.

My friend I ask you: isn't it age before beauty?