The filters that my Place of Employment has put in have cut down the spam quite a bit -- but now and then some flit through.
This morning as I was going through processing my mail, I saw:
3 Deaddly Mistakes Men Make In Bed Consistently - You Must Be Aware Of These Before...
Just one unit is enough for making you do your girl like a crazy loving demon!
& It's "Hot Hot Hot" in the Kitchen
The next one whose subject tripped my "is it spam?" meter was:
Our precious world needs your passion
But before I nuked it I looked at the sender: World Wildlife Fund. Heh. Ok, that one goes in to the "Political spam" bucket, but I'll read it.
I think of myself as one who values truth. I believe in Truth
, although I agree that it is nearly impossible to define, and harder to find. And perhaps harder yet to recognize. Some of the most crushing moments of my life have come when a "good" thing that I thought existed turned out not to be real. ("...You've been following me around all year. I don't like you. I never liked you. I wish you'd stop."
Oh yeah? Well I wish you'd told me that a lot longer ago so we could have both gotten on with our lives. pthbbt!
And that's not even the worst moment when a little bit of honesty up front -- especially one which I had requested from more than one person was not delivered -- but I thought it had been -- I mistakenly thought I had the respect of the parties involved.)
(Speaking of, I just got an e-mail mentioning the 10th and 20th reunions of my HS class (I'll be attending my 30th this weekend) -- and while I was invited to the 10th, but couldn't make it, I wasn't
invited to the 20th. My address hasn't changed in the last 25 years. Grump.)
But what about when something "bad" that has been a constant in ones life for a few years shifts under ones feet. That should be "good", right? But... I value stability. No, not more than truth, but it sure is more comfortable. And if I've been surviving by wrapping myself in my pride... SHOULD
I set that aside? It's gotten me through. It's "good" too, right? And if I undermine what pride I have, what about the next time something "bad" surrounds me -- what will I have then? I'm not PollyAnna enough to think the world will be nice to me for the rest of my life. I don't even want
to be liked by everybody. And I'm not sure
I was wrong, I'm just hearing things that suggest I might be.
And yes, there was one instance which set off the above, but when I think more deeply on it, there are a lot of other instances where it ... applies.
There was a third thing I wanted to chat about (no, not the fact that I'm "skip=750 and struggling") but it disappeared.