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Something to think about -
It's been brought to my attention by more than one person that I tend to wear my past on my sleeve.
Uh. Hmm.
If people knew how much I consciously don't talk about the years between 1984 and 1998? The first thing that comes to mind about the above complaint is "pardon me for it being such an inconvenience."
That's snippy. But holy chrome.
One could say I've lived a charmed life, sure - just the wrong kind of charm.
More than one or two of the grand events have had a lot to do with the delays on a number of milestones. No retirement plan, outside of buying a gun and plugging myself if I got a really REALLY bad reason to stop working suddenly. No children. No grand career writing stuff.
Hell if I'm going to just throw my hands up and say that's it - I just did other things. Things I thought were important enough to postpone other things. Things nobody else could - or would - do.
I mention it. Hell, you ask my name and you have to get a bit of history to understand it.
If you know me, you have to know that much history - sorry, but that was my twenties and thirties. Twenty years and change. Even if they were uneventful years, they'd still be history - wouldn't they?
Do I expect anything for it? It's not worth anything to anyone but me.
I wasn't looking to be famous, or successful.
Ghad. Either a saint or a loser. Why can't it just be what it was?
I wasn't lucky. Period.
And even THAT isn't okay?!
Too damn honest again. Crap.
Uh. Hmm.
If people knew how much I consciously don't talk about the years between 1984 and 1998? The first thing that comes to mind about the above complaint is "pardon me for it being such an inconvenience."
That's snippy. But holy chrome.
One could say I've lived a charmed life, sure - just the wrong kind of charm.
More than one or two of the grand events have had a lot to do with the delays on a number of milestones. No retirement plan, outside of buying a gun and plugging myself if I got a really REALLY bad reason to stop working suddenly. No children. No grand career writing stuff.
Hell if I'm going to just throw my hands up and say that's it - I just did other things. Things I thought were important enough to postpone other things. Things nobody else could - or would - do.
I mention it. Hell, you ask my name and you have to get a bit of history to understand it.
If you know me, you have to know that much history - sorry, but that was my twenties and thirties. Twenty years and change. Even if they were uneventful years, they'd still be history - wouldn't they?
Do I expect anything for it? It's not worth anything to anyone but me.
I wasn't looking to be famous, or successful.
Ghad. Either a saint or a loser. Why can't it just be what it was?
I wasn't lucky. Period.
And even THAT isn't okay?!
Too damn honest again. Crap.
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I'll bet that the same people who make such remarks really see the extraordinary person that you are and don't make the connection that your past is part of how you got that way.
WORD.
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Sounds to me like some folks have been acting *rude* at you, honestly.
That's not part of a civilized person's normal behavior either.
At a guess, it sounds remarkably like teenagers, or retrograde for an adult.
Makes me wonder what got *their* knickers in such a twist.
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But it doesn't help it when I get called names for it. Honestly. Bad enough that it was as bad as it was - do I have to go through the rest of my life justifying it?! Jeez.