Can I blame someby else for my blunder? Blunder is a strong word. I left my computer on in a room on Facebook and somebody got to read some chat about them. You know, everyone’s worst fear. Yes Virginia, your friends do talk about you.

I’m certain I’m not the one who has answered, Ooooh, no, no. We on;y talk about Stanley. I’m sorry if I didn’t say spoiler alert but we have to talk about our friends sometimes. Few friendships are perfect, and good friends can withstand a lifetime, mainly because you don’t spend 24/7 with them and their various irritations.

I learned that late, because of the way I tend to take pleasure in being compatible. It’s almost an alien quality skill I could put on a resume, if it wouldn;t mean they’d think I’m crazy.

So I can simultaniously like and dislike people. As long as I can make them smile once in a while,I can stay good friends forever because I like making people happy… and I’ll admit it, sometimes better. I believe my opinions are often of value, greater than other people. I believe my perspective is worthy of sharing.

However, the more one starts looking for signs from their God, or origin story, the more they are there, and it becomes fascinating to see my universe filled with things to help me make a choice, if I have trouble on my own. It’s almost like a tutorial universe that has coloured piano keys and tells the jokes on sitcomes and then augments the joke with an explanation so Americans can laugh too.

Cheap shot. I apologize. I edited out Trump supporter reference, but should have kleft it out.  ED

Ed is me.

I have many friends I do not like, in some situations or times. I have some friends I don’t see often. My closest most highly respected friends make me want to punch them at times… but I could not live without them.

Most are defective in some way.  Wait… Harsh wording.

100% of every human is defective, and thats why it works.

I think I don’t know what defective means.

Basically it means; Nobody’s perfect

As a race, it’s fascinating to watch as a 53 year spectator and fan. I love people watching. I like park animal watching too, but the voice adds a whole demension.

Take 2.

I am currently fostering a rescue. It is an accurate, although possibly offenciev analogy. Nobody likes to be comparred to an animal, even a loved pet. Ok… maybe some people do. I wouldn;’t mind coming back as a cat.

I live a pretty cat life now, depending on others, but pretending I don’t.

In any case, I currenly have a room mate living in my living room, appropriatly. She is an old dear friend, who took me in during my desperate times, and we became best of friends, but with an awkward twist smetimes because our particular crazies sometimes met with friction. However I would say I’ve never had ore interesting discussions, and my resopect for her persona and intelect was always high.

I had a platonic crush on her, because she was the daughter of my room mate and other old time same age work friend. So my happiness to see her was limited until I moved in.

In any case, she’s now fallen onto some unusual hard times on her own and I was able to step in and have her live here. It will be a hge adjustment, but I’m enjoying the experience so far, because it’s right up my alley in what I enjoy watching.

People growing.

I wish they’d all grow fast, becomes a success, thank me and give me enough money to live on, but that is not the motivation.

It does however compare to pet rescue because she is a bit broken and in need of support, which can be hard. It is a task a bit greater than I anticipated, but was willing to see through.

I’ve never had a pet of my own…

That is discusting. I was not saying I thought of her as a pet in any way, What I meant was, I’ve never been responsible… for anyone… including myself.

Scary shit… but I need this kick in my universe simultaniously.

So the blind is leading the blind for 2017.

My I not lose too badly.
May I lose specacularly.

Remember, when all else fails, make sure you save the story.

In the future, that’s all it is. If it’s good, it was a good experience.

I wish that was enough to cure a trodden heart. In 5 years, whatever today was, will only be the story you tell.

Why not tell it that way now. A great story of a horrible day.

or week

or month, or even your year.

’cause… I’ll be there for you

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ENd of Part 1

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