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Only the foolish would believe that I have not succeeded tonight. Yes, I returned to my appartment without a girl in tow. Yes, I am not making love to a women I have known for only one night. Yes, I have almost certainly had the opportunity to be doing that. But that's not what I really wanted. That wasn't the purpose of tonight's venture. I went out, bar-hopping in St. Louis to give pretty girls origami flowers, not because I wanted them to sleep with me, but rather because I wanted to introduce a bit of confusion into their lives, to do a random act of kindness and senseless beauty. Yes, I was partial in whom I gave my flowers to, and yes, I didn't make as many as I could. But that doesn't mean I didn't do some good in the world. It's the little things, the small "unremembered acts of kindess and of love" that make a difference. You can't make big changes if you're a small person. And I don't mind being a small person, but I would mind not making a difference. So fuck the idea that I can't make a difference. I might not make a big splash, but I can bring little bits of goodness and beauty into the lives of people I don't know. And yeah, it's true, it won't make a big difference, but at least I'm trying. At least I'm not doing nothing.