Rob meets Angela for lunch. Each is secretly planning to confess to recent infidelities. When Rob begins to speak, Angela interrupts him.
“Robbie, there’s something I’ve got to tell you.”
“You’re pregnant,” he says nervously.
“No,” she laughs, beginning to lose her nerve. “What did you want to tell me.”
“Yin is passive, introverted—frequently weak. Yang is outgoing and opinionated. She’s happy to stay at home with a book and her cat. He likes to party. Yin keeps their jaijitu (mighty circle) so cold that Yang, who is a real beach lover, constantly wears thick, heavy robes indoors. “Prognostication poor.”
The insistence by certain pitiable malcontents that gender is fluid raises an interesting possibility. Why stop at gender? Why shouldn’t age be fluid, too? Be creative. Think outside the calendar. Express your age in dog years. Or parrot years. Cat years? Light years? Why not? Age is only a number.
Daniel had spent months writing a self-help book on time management, preaching discipline and punctuality. On launch day, however, he overslept and arrived, breathless, an hour late for his own event. The audience laughed, thinking it was a gimmick; but Daniel suddenly realized that irony, like charity, begins at home.