Sunday, December 27, 2009


I have known that I was different since I was a small child. I have always felt that I did not always fit in to the mold. I am not like the normal, average person. But at the same time I feel that I go out of my way to listen and consider the attitudes and opinions of others. Others that I might not agree with but at the same time that I appreciate hearing or reading their thoughts on any given topic. So, as I near the ripe old age of 68, I am constantly amazed at the large number of people who want to tell me that I am wrong. That I must change. That tell me I should dress differently. That I should cut my long hair. That I should be less liberal and more conservative. That I must read a certain book or I will die. That I must sell my car and buy something else. That I should not support certain causes. That I should drive faster down the highway. That I should eat more. That I should eat different foods. So when do I reach that magic point in my life where people will leave me alone and let me be what I want to be? I accept them the way they are so why can't they accept me?

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