Well my little leatherette kittens, its that time of year again when we all scamper down to leather mart and buy all those neat gadgets and find new ways of expressing our individuality. Another way to do that is to write Dear Daisy! Its so easy, just send me an e-mail to Dear.Daisy@sbcglobal.net or by USPS to BOI Magazine c/o Dear Daisy 3711 N. Ashland 2nd Floor Chicago, IL 60613. There is no question I can't answer! Lets see what is in the goodie bag this time.
Dear Daisy,
I like Andy. Andy doesn't know. Andy is a younger guy. Andy has a girlfriend. Andy is coming to my house in 3 days to hangout. What should I do? Andy and his girlfriend aren't very serious.
Signed,
Nonexistent LoveDear Love,
Don't DO, just BE, as in "be yourself". Forcing the issue is like trying to get that last bit of Mountain Dew from the bottom of a Big Gulp- if you tilt the cup too much, all you get is a face full of ice. If you like him, enjoy his company. As much as we'd like to think it, we can't control other people and we certainly can't make people like us. If we could I'd be much more popular than I am. And please try not using Andys name so much, that might make things easier.
Dear Daisy,
I was wondering if you knew anything about martial arts? If you do can you e-mail a list of resources or anything about martial arts.
Thanks,
Sincerely Y#A#P#O#
Dear Y#A#P#O#,
It was a Zen monk who once said: "When the student is ready to learn, the teacher will appear." I don't think the teacher has made it to school just yet so wax a couple cars and paint a fence and check back with me later.
Dear Daisy,
I live in an apartment building next to a street with lots of foot traffic during the day. Since I live on the first floor, my bathroom wall is also the outside wall, which happens to be right at a bus stop.
Here's the problem: some mornings I get up and get in the shower, and suddenly I realize that I'm standing there naked, only inches away from these strangers that are leaning up against my wall while they wait for the bus.
Signed,
Too NudeDear Too Nude,
I think people in this modern age tend to blow their problems out of proportion. If we were still cave people struggling on a daily basis to survive and procreate problems like this would seem utterly insignificant. But we aren't cave people and we've evolved to the point where life is relatively easy and enjoyable so these types of problems do take on a greater significance.
But let me place your problem in a different light: I read that scientists recently discovered that they had grossly underestimated the number of galaxies in our universe. They believe the new, more accurate number is 40 billion. Now keep in mind that our solar system is one of millions in just ONE of those 40 billion galaxies. Add to that the fact that you're just one person on a planet of five billion people. Now what problem was it you were having? I thought so. Now copping a peek first thing in the morning isnt a bad thing in my book anyway, so dont worry about it.