I am not a “normal” person. I seriously doubt that you are either and that is not an offensive or pointed-at-you remark. It is just the fact of being human but not expecting others to agree with you. A bee sting at three years old can change our direction in life. Cause a fear we did not possess or, possibly, confer anger where before there was none.
Who ever guesses what others are is playing a fool’s game. Psychology tells us this as does common sense, if we have any common sense. Guessing who or what I am by what I write here is wasting your own time. I am me. There, I told you who I am so find something constructive to do with your time.
Time is what this is about as I seem to be short of time. That said, I am seventy-eight end of this month and reflecting back on where I’ve been, what I’ve done and how long I have before the lights go out. Not much time spent on the lights problem though. Much more emphasis on what I need to apologize for. I will go into this as time permits. Warning: I am not a boring writer. I write as my life indicates I should write and mine has not been the easiest of lives. However, I try to be as kind and forgiving as possible unless lives ae lost and then I am not forgiving. More on this as I go. Think: Combat.
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