I always remind my children that what somebody else thinks of them is none of their business.
You are exactly right, be who you truly are and don't give any thought to what anybody else thinks about it. Spend time with folks who know who you truly are and appreciate that person.
Posted by angel at August 26, 2007 08:24 AMWow, can I borrow you for a couple of months?
Posted by kerril at August 26, 2007 08:35 AMjesus, don't they have maids and butlers and nannies where you live?
Posted by phidipides at August 26, 2007 08:51 AM[smiles] It makes me happy, it just does.
I never expected to have any of it, the gratitude from my house is trippi, a basic background hum that sustains me, no matter how much the country goes to shit.
Posted by paradox at August 26, 2007 09:16 AM"I could give a flying fuck what anyone thinks my masculinity is like, I never think about it. Why would anyone else?"
Obviously you never think about it because it is a non-issue. Security within oneself is attractive. Those who care are people who are very unsure of their own manhood.
"I love my little place, I don’t care to leave it much, really, and I’m always doing something to make my little home a safe, sane, happy nourishing environment."
Sounds like me Paradox. I love my home, as it is the one place I can enter, close the door, and the rest of the world melts away. My books, garden, and art can and does sustain me most of the time. I've lived long enough to know that a place of peace is good for the soul.
Posted by Judith at August 26, 2007 10:12 AMI should clarify that doing the dishes, cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming do not make me happy and never will.
I'm very fortunate to have a partner who shares all this workload with me, and we trade and mix up who has to do the crummy jobs.
Posted by paradox at August 26, 2007 11:44 AM