In which Beanie is apparently a girl.

Being home at the moment entails the application of motherly affection through sponsored shopping. I now have brand new undies of wonderfulness and some very pretty eyeshadow, as well as one of those highly useful little eyeliner brushes that make it so that you can forego the use of pencils. Oh, and a blush that looks rather light and natural-I've got something like it already that has no staying power at all and disappears after an hour.

It also entailed a nice dinner at a new restaurant that I have not seen heretofore. I rather shocked my mother by leaving one of my little cards for the waiter with the tip. I have to say that these little cards are really convenient for this kind of thing. I don't anticipate anything coming of it, but at the moment I'm just kind of enjoying how shocked my mother and family are by my apparent "make-over" in Europe. I got a haircut and learned to apply eyeshadow properly- this is clearly cause for celebration.

I should get some stuff today for the July 4th of hanging out with Smadar.

Day 10- Ding, Dong

Day 10
Yield unto the Hive Mind, and all your pain shall cease. Allow us to awaken you to the manifold blessings of Unified Existence…

“No, thank you. I’m not really interested in merging with a Hive Mind.” Jenny interrupted early on, which was the only way to deal with members of the High Church of the Unified Mind- all that personal satisfaction with being part of a single mental entity had a way of making itself very forceful when they showed up your doorstep. Polite but firm was the only way to go.

Defensiveness only shows that you have much to fear in your singular existence. It will only take a moment of your time to explain- “No. Thank you, but I have no interest in becoming a member of Hive Mind, and your time would be better spent elsewhere. Have a nice day.” With that, Jenny smiled and slowly, but clearly, moved to shut the door.

One of the Hive Mind’s physical bodies, an incongruously sweet-looking Indian gentleman of perhaps 60, literally stuck his foot in Jenny’s door. Wait, please! Could we at least leave you some pamphlets?

“No, again, I am not interested. Goodbye.” Jenny glared at the particular body until he grudgingly removed his foot from her door, and then shut it swiftly before he could try again. She stayed by the door to listen to the other personalities argue on the way down the path- the newly converted had a way of being too earnestly, and he’d crossed a line.

Jenny mentally congratulated herself for not yielding to her good manners and inviting them in- that one seemed like he would have taken the invitation to lemonade for a concession to his arguments. She wished she could have told them the plain facts, but there were still some social stigma attached to her beliefs. Even the Hive Mind looked down on Jehovah’s Witnesses.