What Do People Think About Me?
I was thinking this morning about what people might think of me with all my comments and posting them to the world to see. I then sat back in my red and pathetically designed computer chair and said aloud -- only so that I could prove to myself that it was truth that I spoke:
"Self," I said, "you had better have something useful and good to say."
Of course, questions occurred to me that I had not considered before. Is there anything that I have to say good enough. Am I to assume, like all those other people out there on the internet, that what I write and post is good and will somehow bring about the salvation of the world?
Probably not, but it will bring about something for me. Something for my soul to devour and relinquish the powers that hold me back. But, maybe, -- just maybe, there will be someone out there who will read these words and understand.
Maybe.
