I...hmm.
I'm tempted to say more, but...forgive me...I don't feel comfortable posting my inner self in a
public forum, and I feel like I've been fishing for compliments or something. No pity parties for me. I don't want to be on the pity pot.
The only reason I posted as much as I did (that started this "poor me" kick) was to say (without going into details) that I have had a taste or two of what it's like to be an outsider, and thus the passions of Outgirl and I, though different subjects...have common ground.
God bless you all. Wait...that's not good enough.
An Old Irish BlessingMay God love you.
May everyone love you.
May those who don't love you, learn to love you.
May God help those who don't love you.
May he turn their minds to love you.
If their minds aren't turned to love you,
May God turn their ankles
So that you will know them by their limp.