Thursday, January 31, 2008
...a good thing.
It's all right to be afraid, folks But you should have no reason to be afraid of me. Really. I can do you much good. But no harm. All I do is talk. To try to make you think. Yes, there's no harm in that. You don't have to accept a word of what I have to say. You are free to choose your thoughts. Your thoughts belong to you. My thoughts belong to me. And sharing thoughts -- well, that's basically a good thing. --Jim
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Did I miss something? I seen nothing of being afraid of you
Oh, lilstarlight, there are people that are "afraid" of living. And loving. Of fully embracing life. Today. Of savoring every moment. That's a message that scares more people than you might think. To some of 'em, life seems so perilous. So frightening. Some are downright scared. And I try to encourage them to be crazy. Less scared. I mean crazy in a nice way. To take risks. To go off the deep end. To believe in the impossible, so to speak. To fall in love. With somebody. Or something. To let themselves go. To come alive. To rejoice in the wonders of life. To feel blessed. For being alive and conscious. Able to be a free spirit. And yes, that does make some people afraid. Even afraid of me. For delivering such a message. They think I'm wacko. --Jim Broede
Afraid? ha. No, you're just a mean person. Rather thick in the head too and not at all sensitive
I'm fascinated by the fact that some people (see anonymous) dislike me so much. They hate me so much that they keep coming back. Just to express their hate. I think of myself as a reasonable nice guy. Relatively polite and kind. And harmless. Yet they detest me. Hate me. Despise me. Yes, it fascinates me. If I dislike somebody, I generally just ignore them. I don't let them bother me. I'm more fascinated than bothered by these people. Why do they even read my blog? And why do they post these comments? It's like they have this need to have to tell me that they dislike me. It's like they are driven by this hate. They accuse me of being mean and nasty and insensitive. Yet, they are the mean, nasty and insensitive ones. In some ways, I think I've reached them. I've made them see themselves. And that's why they hate me. They're mad at me for exposing them as mean and nasty and hateful people. Just read their comments. They're almost unbelievable. Why would these people even bother reading this blog? Don't they have better things to do? Don't they have a life? Don't they have someone to love? --Jim
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