Jun 11, 2020

THEY DON'T KNOW US

RECENTLY A BLOKE RODE UP AND LET ME KNOW I WAS COMPLETELY FULL OF BULLSHYTE. That I didn't know what I was talking about. I agreed... I mean what you do with a hostileclosemindedknowitall?

I was so dejected... so depressed... so besides myself... oh no... someone doesn't love me... hahahaha... now that is some real bullshyte.

But, ya know it got me thinking on Why The Caged Bird Sings - the book I was giving away last Fall. In that wonderful story is a scene with little Maya and her grampa. She asks why some people hate others so much, and he responds so beautifully...

... They don't know us.

Someone who I'd never met before stopped by the shop today.

I feel like I know you, he said.

Really?

Yes, because I read your little stories.

I smiled.

It was refreshing to meet a new friend and learn a little more about each other.

Isn't that what it's all about?

Who knows if I'll ever build a bridge to that other bloke.

In the meantime, it'd be a shame to let a good hater go to waste...

... especially when I get messages like this daily.