nThis week’s blog prompt is simple: “Who would you kill or die to have dinner with?”
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nAside from wincing at the grammatical errors, my answer is short: No one.
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nBlog over.
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nBut wait … there’s more!
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nWe must address the unspoken question of why not?
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nReally, is there anyone so important that enjoying a meal with him or her justifies murder? I don’t think so. Is there anyone so important that I’d end my life to enjoy a meal with him or her? Again, I don’t think so. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to have supper with some people, currently living or historical figures. I’d even be happy to extend a carefully handwritten invitation if I believed for one split second that it had a snowball’s chance in hell of being accepted and that shared meal actually happening.
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nI also know that there’s no one who’s itching that badly to have dinner with me, either.
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nSo, let’s hypothesize. Like Eric von Zipper, I snag my idol. Question arise. Is the house clean? I’d want the house to be clean. Will I cook or will we dine out? If I cook, what should I make? Do I have to worry about my guest’s allergies? If we dine out, where should we go? Should I invite others to share in my good fortune and enjoy my guest’s company, too. How long will my guest stay? If he or she expects to stay overnight, are there fresh sheets on the spare bed? What about breakfast? Ack! I feel my anxiety level rise just from these basic questions.
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nThen, of course, we have the all too strong a specter of disappointment looming over the new acquaintance. Will my idol disappoint me with rudeness, arrogance, conceit, banality, or other obnoxious trait that shows he or she has feet of clay? Will I prove a grave disappointment to my guest? Will anticipation quickly morph into dread and a desperate desire to escape the utter boredom and distaste of our conversation?
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nI think in this circumstance, it’s better to let idols remain on their pedestals, shining and pretty and far above my touch. Opposite as stated in the 1995 movie Sabrina with Harrison Ford and Julia Ormond, illusions are not necessarily dangerous; they are safe.n
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