If you know me you may think I am a nice person, sure enough it’s true by definition. I’m caring, but not cavity sweet, straightforward but flexible, patient and dynamic. The conflicts of the creative versus calculating sides of my personality have resulted in a conservative and archaic perspective on grudges. The moral high road for me is the on ramp to the “Moving on” Expressway. “Forgive and Forget” for me is “Begrudge and Move on”. My staunchly republican, blue collar, grandfather’s voice resonates with me when he quoted Sgt. George S. Patton “Lead me, follow me, or get the hell outta my way.”
I do not have a problem with being unique, or should I say not being unique. I mean, I suspect beyond a hunch that I am exactly like many people-most people even-but not all people in more than a handful of ways. I like the uniqueness of others. I am not unique though. I am like many people that are as just different as I am. “I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.” Harper Lee Americans love sugar, we even coat our fondest words with it. And fat, we love to chew our fat too. It seems most of us will eat whatever is placed in front of us. I lived in Texas briefly and many, many men (and a few women) called me ‘Sugar’ or ‘Hon’ or ‘Doll’, I only took personal offense with ‘Sugar’ and actually adopted the habit of saying ‘Hon’. Not many people say ‘Hon’ in California, I guess that’s different. Californians don’t actually say ‘DUDE’, not all Californians are actors, athletes, hippies or hobos although we do have these citizens. Most Californians say, ‘it’s all good’ or ‘no wor...
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