Validation should always come in stamp form

Today I was at the verizon store, getting a new phone (yay! It's a camera phone), and someone next to me asked for validation. Sure, the store clerk said, here you go. And with one quick motion, she stamped the customer's ticket, and they were validated.

For some reason, the phrasing got me thinking. Wouldn't it be nice to be validated, for everything you do, with a stamp? Like everyone could just walk around with their own validation stamp, and whenever someone wanted validation from them for something, they could just stamp the person and the person would walk away happy.

For example, if you wanted validation for putting your life into teaching, your students could just stamp your hand on the way out of the classroom. Or if your significant other does some nice random thing, and you don't know how to thank them, you could just stamp their cheek (butt or face, it does not matter). I am certain this system would eliminate a lot of unnecessary hard feelings.

Believe it or not, I have found a new way to publicly humilate myself. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the drunk dialing of the 21st century...DRUNK BLOGGING! The last post was an example of how blogging while drunk is generally a bad idea. Fortunately, the post was not that damaging, but the fact that I had the urge to do that while drunk scares me. I am going to make every effort to make sure that I am not near a computadora with internet access while under the influence. (Look at that, the "whiles" line up. That's snappy).

An update on the Boys. Or Boy, considering the fact that I have not seen Boy #3 in weeks, Boy #2 and I are friends again, and Boy #1 is non-existent. Boy #4 has been making some strategic moves lately, despite his behavior early last week. On Wednesday, we hashed things out one last time, and he suggested he come up to my house to play scrabble. Needless to say, I melted. We had talked about playing scrabble, but never actually made it happen. I was insanely happy that he brought up the idea, and followed through on it.

So we played. And I kicked. His. Assssss! Ha! I don't win at scrabble very often, so it is very gratifying to triumph occasionally. The odds were really against Boy #4, because I have so much scrabble experience, and he was slightly frightened by the intensity with which I played the game. I apologized for my extreme focus, and promised that next time we would play something less serious like Boggle. Or drunk Boggle. Or coloring. (Ok, I didn't really suggest coloring, but you know...)

Things with Boy #4 are just plain good now, it is almost a shame that he is leaving in a month and a half. At least that won't give me time to fuck it up further. But then again, there is always tomorrow. And the next day. And then the one two days after that. Hm.