I've had an interesting couple of days. For just a minute, there, I forgot that other people's opinions of me really don't add up to a hill of beans. Nope. Not even a funky, moldy, re-fried, shit-mixed hill of beans, to me. Why is it, that sometimes people carry themselves as if they are knowledgeable in a certain area, and when I pick up this vibe from them, I subconsciously act as if I believe it? EVEN though I can show and tell you MYRIAD examples of how I know the people in question are absolutely POSERS, and just riding on the IGNORANCE of those around them, I notice that I'm concerned enough that my own ego doesn't reincarnate itself, that I allow them to appear significantly superior...
I don't know. Today I'm in a good space. I've gotten to hang with a couple of good girlfriends for the last couple of days, and a chat with someone I truly respect has given me an added impetus to keep on keepin' on. Oh, and I don't have to go see the Dr. for (THAT) for another year.
Blessing, my homies.