Doesn't matter.

I rub some people the wrong way. They become annoyed. I’m aware of it. But still, I rub. Without qualms of conscience. Of course, I could rub  the ‘right’ way. But then, I have doubts. About right and wrong. It’s not so clear-cut. Maybe there is no right or wrong. No good or evil. Everything just is. Natural. The way it’s supposed to be. Everything going by plan. By intended design. People get rubbed. One way or another. Doesn’t matter. –Jim Broede