I don’t sweat out the small stuff any longer…after being through so much in this life. Mine is an open book, what you see is what you get. I know (and proud of) where I came from. I know where I’m going. (Unless provoked) I don’t normally look down on people. Nor do I kiss their asses! Oftentimes I get mad. Sometimes I get even. I’m no saint either. To those that get into my nerves, I give a dose of their own medicine. To some I may look arrogant, but that’s because I know what I am and not capable of. I may not be your concept of what is beautiful, but I am comfortable with what I see in front of the mirror. And I can live with that.

Pretentious is a word that I very well know the meaning of. I’m sure it’s something that I am NOT.

Pardon me for venting. Blogging is my new-found therapy.

Well, some kind of associations is becoming a burden. There are better things to attend to than waste my time, effort (not to mention emotion) on this nobody-nonsense.

Like what my good-old friend used to say: there is no absolute reality, only relative truths. And some people are entitled to their own delusions of grandeur.

So I am no judge of character. Sue me for wrong assumptions!
Character assassination? Nah, I won’t stoop down that level.
What’s worse than hate? Indifference.