Did I "annoy" anyone on my previous post? Holy crap, I'm not an ogre. I always write the truth - - and the truth can be brutal and ugly.
Don't try to analyze what I say. When I mentioned that you have begonias and ice cream socials and I have nothing. It was an innocent analogy that, at this dire time in my life, I have nothing and you have everything. Simple as that.
I loathe analysis. Especially by amateur Freuds.
I wear my heart on my sleeve. Very few bloggers do. Ron in Delaware does that, and I admire his honesty. I think Donna in Missouri does, too. And Myra.
Do you know I've read some blogs for years and don't know a damn thing about the authors. Too reluctant to divulge personal information.( well, perhaps I can understand that)
I reveal a mass of personal information. Of course the pathetic, envious little trolls think I'm fabricating.
I don't lie. I have no reason to make things up.
Love me or hate me, you can believe everything that I say.
I also hate unnecessary sensitivity. I'm psychotically over-sensitive, but I don't drag it into other blogs.
That's my sermon for the day.
Father Jon 😇
