I don’t have too many pet peeves but among those that I do possess is a dislike of being badgered by anyone who insists on changing aspects of who I am. Don’t get me wrong. I fully understand that I can always use a bit of self improvement here and there but I find it quite irritating whenever someone has the audacity to critique my lifestyle and then force unsolicited advice upon me. These individuals are so certain that they have all of the right answers that they are unwilling to even consider that there might be room in this world for differences of opinion. They are like barbarians at the gate with their argumentative style of inflicting themselves on others. They just won’t let go until they have bullied the people in their locus of control into changing. They often search for those that they think they might dominate and then launch their offensives. They are bullies and their tactics are emotionally abusive. Continue reading “Wolves”
We all know people who seem to have incredibly bad luck. Perhaps one of those people may even be you. We find ourselves wondering why this is so. How is it possible, we ask, that some among us lead seemingly charmed lives and others get pounded by fate over and over again? Is there really some cosmic karma that chooses unsuspecting souls for the worst possible situations? Aren’t the laws of probability supposed to work out in favor of distributing both the good and the bad? Why does God allow some to suffer while others appear to never have a care in the world? As humans we sometimes contemplate such things but never really understand what the true answers may be.
For as long as I can remember I have always had something fun to do on the Fourth of July. There has always been someone hosting a big party or Mike and I have been traveling. I don’t recall ever just sitting at home with no destination in mind. This year was far different from any of my previous celebrations and I found the experience to be enlightening.
I’m a bonafide cornball. I cry at weddings and when I hear truly beautiful music. I get goosebumps standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial or driving along Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park. I am humbled with every visit to Arlington National Cemetery. I’m one of those people who likes to travel to other lands but feels a sense of relief when I am back on American soil. I love the United States with every fiber of my being in spite of its flaws because I believe that it is one of the few places on earth where a nobody like me has the opportunity and the freedom to speak my mind and to live better than kings once did. Whenever I hear the Star Spangled Banner being sung by a crowd of fellow citizens I am moved to the very fiber of my soul. 
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