Self Image

I just found a burr in my hair which makes me think I might be sitting around too much. Although, I do a lot of work outside and it’s possible it just blew in there yesterday, or maybe it caught on one of my gloves and I scratched my head. At least I hope that’s the case. I’d hate to think I walked around all week with that burr in plain sight. I’d rather not be one of those old men who looks like he just rose up from the dirt. I have a better self image than that.

Although, I have found that looking in the mirror these days can be a little disconcerting and that’s playing hell with how I think I look. Of course, I still feel as though I see the world through relatively young eyes, although I’ve seen things and that makes a difference. But I’ve found that most people don’t care what you’ve seen, especially if it differs from what they’ve seen. And they really don’t care much about what you’ve read or even what you know. In fact, they prefer you shut up. I suppose that’s why they say listeners make such good friends.

I think that’s why I write. I can say what I want. Publish it. Then go my merry way. People read it, or not. Although, even in the writing, I’m still a little circumspect as to my choice of words. I don’t like a lot of what’s going on in the country these days, but I’m not sure I’m smart enough to truly articulate my feelings. But if I leave it right there people on both sides of the coin might think I’m with them. So, to clarify things a bit, I like a diverse and inclusive world, and I’ll leave it at that for now and hope I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings.