And now, I will sit back, and watch you all protest that this is simply not true!
That I am looking at the world through cracked sunglasses.
That I must not let my past experiences color the way I look towards the future.
Some of you will shake your heads. Others will gather in corners and whisper to each other, convincing themselves that there is something seriously screwed up with me. Others still will give me a card to a shrink they’ve gone to, and swear can work wonders. My mom will probably berate herself, wondering where she went wrong. My father will sit me down and have a long “talk”.
Friends will wonder at my friendship. Foes (I like that words so much better than “enemies”) will chuckle with glee.
The common assumption will be that I am sad, lonely, dispirited. Down on my luck. I’m just in a bad mood. Am going through PMS.
How obvious of you.
Disjoint Wisdom 
One response to “Sunshine, Colors and Dogs – Part II”
OK you got me. I can't argue with you. Your too clever. Everything I say you'll turn around on me and twist into big words I have to look up. Maybe I'm in a bad mood, because I give up. You win. Pass the napalm.
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