Doesn't scare me one bit.

I think I scare people. To some extent. Not totally. But enough so that they don’t approach me. Don’t dare to even talk to me. Or to write to me. Because they’re scared. Maybe a shy scared. Afraid to be bold. Even reasonably bold. Maybe I used to be that way. Even when I was curious, I didn’t delve. As if I had no right to delve. No right to satisfy my curiosity. But I’ve learned. A whole lot. That I have a right. Actually, many rights. And all I need do is exercise my rights. Otherwise, I may end up wasting my life. I have a right to be a romantic idealist. A free-thinker in spiritual matters. A political liberal. And not least, a lover extraordinaire. Doesn’t scare me one bit. –Jim Broede