Quirks

I like people’s quirks. It’s the quirks, not the perfects, that make us who we are. The perfects are boring. The quirkies are alive, human, and fun. Yes, we need to embrace our differences, our human faults and follies, because those are the fun parts of us.

But then there are those who have too many oddities and too many difficulties and dysfunctions. What to do with those? As we get older we are better at discerning what we want and need in our lives from those around us. We need those that love us, respect us, and want to be good friends. If someone is being a vampirical energy-sucker, a meanie, or a crazy (and not in a good way), then we need to cut them off before they render us dry and energy-less. Bye bye. Sayonara. Auf weidersehen. Adieu.

It has gotten easier to get rid of dead weight lately.

So we need to learn to embrace our differences, but not let anyone abuse the privilege of being your friend. Just saying. 

Sorry it's been a while. I haven't been busy. Not more than usual. It's been a weird time. A time of introspection and re-evaluation. That wasn't the weird part. The weird part was what was going through my head, and what was happening outside of my head, in the world. Things have happened this summer and fall of momentous proportions, but not in a happy way. I have to sit with it and let my soul digest what's happened. But that's for another blog posting. See you on the picnic blanket. Ta.