I didn’t think anybody could possibly be more critical of me than I am of myself, but I discovered tonight that I was mistaken.
I learned as a child to be harshly critical of myself and to blame myself for everything, whether I was responsible for it or not. These days, I’m still strongly inclined to concentrate on my faults and weaknesses. If you’ve paid attention to what I’ve written here, you already know this, though.
I received a nasty anonymous email tonight. No matter how much my own internal dialogue attacks me, I now know that someone out there has a much deeper and more vicious dislike for me than my childhood programming implanted.
It hurts to be attacked on such a personal level. Seriously. On that score, this cowardly attacker scored a bullseye. For a few minutes, I was really, really hurt. Maybe that will make someone happy.

People don’t confront ideas today; they lob bumper stickers at others
You’re not going to understand me as I want to be understood
Forced sterilization gets to heart of arrogant progressive agenda
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Our need for love lets us ignore past pain and feel hope instead
As humans live in slums, why do I complain about my privileged life?
What if other people see you or hear you differently than you do?