Ok, so what if I am seventy-seven, almost. Does this mean I am wise? Nope. Smarter about some things but wise, well, let’s put it this way, I know better than to do things which do not generate health. Does that count? Yeah, it counts because being young means being foolish with one’s health and I can testify to that. Put me in the hopsital it did, for two and one half months, while I recovered and learned to walk again. Wise? Think again.
Wisdom, in my not so humble opinion, but with a life of experiences that most people are not privvy to, has taught me that depression kills but only if you let it. You go to war and see how you feel twenty years later. Ah, but the learning from this mess I participated in is invaluable. It was the bible which taught me that wisdom is rare for our species and our wisdom is best couched for a wizard in a book about rings. Gan . . . something, if I recall correctly. No, I don’t think it was “Gantry Crane.”
I come here with no expectation of changing minds. You have to have a mind to change it and it appears to me that there are an awful lot of humans with no minds running around carrying trite verbiage on useless placrads reciting old news that never worked in the first place. Idiots, in a word. Dumber than the mess on your shoes from not cleaning up after your dog.
I come here, also, with my old fashioned ironic humor which was forged out of beating depression. You can cry or laugh about things you have done so laugh as it will set you free from misery. Don’t laugh at others though unless you can laugh at your own idiocy. We are all idiotic at any given time of our lives. Best we never forget that. It saves brain cells.
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