I am watching a show on Netflix that is called the Queen’s Gambit. It’s a romantic story about a wonder child girl who became a famous chess player and was beating all the men. The story about what would have happened if the mind of Bobby Fisher would have been placed in the head of a pretty girl.

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It is mildly feministic and progressive. Both concepts that I don’t like at their extremes, but given in small chunks are digestible. Yeah, mild is what I like. Mildly hot and mildly cold. Measured me on a political scale and came up smack in the middle.

Whoops. I forgot.

Hello, Hive it is me @mgaft1. Allow me to introduce myself.

Yeah, introduction. What is it all about? A curriculum vitae and a mug shot as if we are applying for academic work or registering to a dating site. Besides, who said that broken into small pieces color map is a representation of a person? What are we, phrenologists?

How do I look? That depends on the observer, just like in the Theory of Relativity. If it were up to me, then I look like a cat. Gray, fat, and lazy and already have lived through eight of my lives.

What else is special about me?
Hm… I have a tendency to cause extreme irritation in people. Not all of them, but some. Most don’t even notice me judging by the number of clicks on my posts.

Wait a second. I forgot I am on Hive not on Steemit. It’s on Steemit my posts have no viewers. As for Hive, sometimes I get a lot of clicks. Some have more than 300 and some of them more than 600 clicks. Of course, these are not real people, but some groups that vote with all their organization might. That’s God for that.

Yeah, God. What about God? Really what about it? How am I defined in that aspect?

I would say I am agnostic, or maybe gnostic, of some kind of “ic.” In other words, I think that something like this might exist, but we will never know. And for the life of God, I don’t understand why do we need to have a middleman between me and whatever is out there it at all exists.

I remember cutting the grass in my back yard. It was a hot day and I was stripped to bare essentials.

And voila, the two church ladies came from the nearby church to lure me in.

“Do you have a concept of God?” they asked.

“Yes, I believe I do?”

“Great! Then why don’t you come to our church on Sunday? It’s close by. You walk two streets, turn around the corner and you are there.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do I need to come?”

“To praise God.”

“Why can’t I praise the great God, right here in my backyard, while mowing the lawn? Isn’t God always here with us?”

Yeah. Nice ladies.

They asked me if they could live their brochure. I said “Sure. Hang it on the fence, right next to the garbage can.” No. I am lying. I didn’t say that to them. Moreover, I didn’t do it in their presence. I waited until they disappeared from the view and only then.

As I said above I like liberalism in a very mild form. The same is related to conservatism. Going to church? That’s too much.

I don’t take sides.

I don’t vote nether for R nor for D. That makes me be alone most of the time. In a political vacuum so to speak.

What do I do? I do stuff that requires a person to be along most of the time.

I usually chase a little animal down the hole, dug an array of additional tunnels hoping to intercept its movements, creating an artificial rabbit and sent it down the tunnels, trying to understand the dynamics of its movement, blew compressed air, poured water down the tunnels and dried it with fire. Often I see the tracks of the little paws all over the place and sometimes I even see the fat little butt with a bushy tail.

I used to be quite agile, had good stamina, and often was able to catch the little bastard. Nowadays though my traps usually have some sort of cracks, and the little critter keeps slipping away. Add to it that I cannot keep that chasing it for long and after a couple of hours of a fair chaise give it up and are forced to eat from a can.

After that, I love to lie down on my back hoping that some gentle hand will caress my belly and watch Queen’s Gambit show on Netflix.