“Hey! You finally made it. You realize that you made a whole lot of people wait, don’t you? I mean the studio was all set up – comfy and cozee like. So, today, I think I’ll just kick back. Hit it Mr. C!”
Ok, you guys… just like we planned…leave the boats on the beach, and we’ll cover them with camoflage…I know, it’s too quiet…they must know we’re coming…ok, find some branches and stuff, we’ve got to keep moving.
What? What did you say? No branches? What the hell kind of island is this?
Balloons? Did you say balloons? That’s all you can find??
All right, fine, then. Everyone grab balloons and cover the boats with them. We have to get going.
What color?? It doesn’t @#^$%#@ matter what color!! Damned rogers…just get some %@#@% balloons over there! ( OMG…why is there a link to that word…what the hell?) No, don’t click on it, just #$%$#$# get moving…
The balloons are dead? All dead? What does that even mean??
There’s no air in them, and they’re just lying all over the beach?
Well, untie the little knot, and blow them all back up again. And !@%$^& hurry up! ( Another link! Hurry, they must be onto us!! )
No, they will not float away!! It’s not helium, it’s CO2. Don’t you remember the formula? How did you people even get picked for this mission?
Ok. Finally. You certainly all made enough noise. You’re lucky it’s supposed to just be clarks over here. scotts would have been all over us like white on rice.
Now let’s go…slowly, slowly…stay down, and conserve your ammo.
What ammo? Is that what I heard back there?
Where is the @#$%!@ ammo?
In the boats? Where it will stay dry?
If you are dead, does it matter if the powder is dry? Does it? Take two rogers and go back and get it. We’ll wait here. !@#$% rogers…
And do not, I say again, do not click on those blue links.
We’re in. Finally. It’s just too damned quiet out there…let’s send out a scout…yes, you…no, there isn’t a special scout hat… the one you have is fine…just do it, or I swear I’ll shoot you myself…
He’s back. He found a …message in a bottle….from …Claire and Molly.
It says something about owning something, and being ‘ mushy’.
Give me your ” clarkish to rogerian” translating dictionary, we’ll look it up.
What?? Where did you leave the dictionary??
In the boat. With the powder. Where it’s dry.
All right then, Ms. Claire. Let’s have at that first question, and awfully sorry for keeping you waiting.
For rogers, it is mainly a matter of validation. Depth of feeling is how rogers bracket themost important aspects of their lives, and to be able to validate those depths is critical to development. Many people will mistake overt displays of emotion as supposedly being sincere, where it is really likely just immaturity having its way. So; immature displays are typically overt in nature, as opposed to a deeper, quieter conviction that fosters validation. The deeper you can truly feel it, the more you own it.
And Molly, that is precisely why some rogers come off as ” mushy”; you are watching a person confuse volume of emotion with depth of emotion. The seasoning’s not there yet. Hopefully it will be, given enough time.
But there is another aspect of the situation you describe; three rogers, all males, all claiming you as ” BFF”, and all with a propensity to drink too much. A little frightening. There is certainly a pattern at work there, and you hold a 50% share in owning it; because they are each one a separate situation, regardless of their similarity.
Being all rogers, I would venture that they are each one very enamored of you; therefore, there must be something that clearly separates you from the other local females. This is likely where the ‘clark‘ thing comes in. The drinking probably helps them bolster a bit of courage ( better some Dutch courage than none at all ) when in your company.
From a distance, and with them all being rogers, I would bet heavily that at least one is hopelessly smitten, but thinks the secret to be well-concealed. And as a roger, he thinks he’ll valiantly take it to his grave.
He probably won’t make it that far.
Ok. Let’s get those responses stuffed back in the bottle, and move up the beach a ways…who’s on scott watch?