Karma.....
>>Fred (if I may): When you first started posting, you really bugged me (especially when you'd start a sentence with "For. . .")
Then I asked myself, "Why?" "Why does Fred bother me?" Well, I think it's because you're a little too much like me for comfort. I read your posts and a mirror (though fractured) is held up to me.
(And to think all this time I thought people were rolling their eyes during my monologues because their contacts were irritated)
You're not very practical, but then, for the most part, neither am I. And I kinda like that about us.
The ethers are hard to stand on, but they sure do smell sweet.
For such and such and such and such . . .>>
Now that message is a blessing.
Karma can look in the mirror and laugh at himself for how much I remind him of himself.
Love does this.
I laugh at myself all the time.
In the past 7 months I have found myself in the ladies washroom three (3) times. Don't ask me to explain here. I have many, many crazy, funny stories about mindless, stupid, crazy things I have done in life. People who run into me and get to know me keep a record of "Fred stories" and they share and laugh at them - and I with them - for years.
Life is supposed to be a blast. Fun, happy, joyful, cool, crazy, humorous.
I know this sounds like the exact opposite of what they preach in church, but this is what my inner voice has taught me. And anything you learn you must share with others. Freely, openly, without conceipt.
Thanks for the comments.
Perhaps you have similar stories.
Peace.
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