From where I’m sitting after 58 years on this planet, i’m living proof that with a little effort at all you can… whatever it is that people have going between them, I’ve somehow managed at this stage of my life to defy the odds and have seemingly figured out how to render people I encounter interestless. People need things in order to for to develop an interest. It’s not enough in most cases for a person to simply be a fellow human being. Or to be a human being. There has to be something about that person. And that’s pretty sad. It’s pretty sad when we can’t value a personIt’s pretty sad when we can’t value a person as simply a person. There are very few people of this ilk that I have encountered. These people are the ones that seem to take notice of me -If for no other reason. This has been eating at me for several days but for the life of me I could not figure out how to convey it; I couldn’t quite put my finger on it actually. 🤷‍♂️ I think I’ve figured out how to separate the wheat from the chaff. And at the end of the day -there aint much wheat! 😔

I don’t think it’s so much my past anymore as my present that’s my that’s my main issue.

When your family tells you they’re going to leave you money after they die it sets up a conflict of interest in some cases.

I remember my dad driving around with a woman he picked up in a bar. Then having to go back home to my stepmother and having to keep silent. The things my dad subjected Me Too!.