I’ve had a day of dealing with difficult people. Some days are just like that, I guess. I don’t think a person is difficult simply because they don’t agree with me, but when they insist that I’m wrong because I don’t agree or think like they do, things do tend to get difficult in a hurry. Different isn’t necessarily wrong. Wrong is a value judgement and I resent it very much when I’ve been honest about my thoughts on a matter. If there is a clear reason that I’m wrong, I don’t have a problem admitting that, but if it’s a matter of opinion, that’s a completely different thing. Pen names, for example. How can a pen name be wrong? Or not liking the color pink. I just don’t like pink. Why is that wrong? For heaven’s sake, what can I do right today? Nothing, it seems. Oh, well. Perhaps tomorrow will go better. I certainly hope I’m not wrong about that!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 