Join Me!

[mark414]

The Story of Join Me

How did it begin? What's going on?

It's a strange thing, admitting you're a cult leader. You've probably found this yourself. People tend to look at you slightly differently, don't they? They usher their children into the next room, and try to avoid all eye contact, just in case you can somehow hypnotise them into dressing entirely in turquoise, or believing the world is about to end, or that eternal harmony can be found in the gentle rhythms of the bongo drum.

That's usually what I find. Until I actually tell them about my cult.
Because in my cult, there are no turquoise shellsuits. Nor are there are any bongo drums. Similarly, brainwashing isn't something we've much time for, there is scant call for space travel, and mass suicides are, at best, frowned upon.

Because my cult is a cult devoted to niceness. To kindness. To improving the life of a total stranger, if only for a moment or two. I call it The Karma Army, and I encourage my followers to carry out one Random Act of Kindness for a complete stranger, each and every Friday. I call these Fridays 'Good Fridays', and I ask my members to sign The Good Fridays Agreement.

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Join Me!

[seabeyond]

1. can i do more often than just friday,

like everyday, wink..........not hard for me. already part of the crowd, um or cult

[khashka]

2. You lost me

when you started knocking drums.

And no cool baggy turgoise clothes? What kinda cult is this? What the hell is the point of a cult if you can't have a jolly mass suicide now and again?

Sheesh! If I'm gonne join a cult I'd at least like to have fun once in a while!

;)

Khash.