Well, I may have to take my friend Robyn's advice and disable anonymous commentors. Here's why. The most recent anonymous comment is not really anonymous at all. I know who wrote it and I know why he wrote it. And I don't think it's a damned bit funny.
Why do people feel the need to take jabs? I'm sorry, but I just don't get it. Don't you have enough to do? Can't you find a better hobby? Do you have any idea of the reason YOU need to lash out and hurt someone else? And if you think there was something wrong with my comment to my father, that's your sick mind, not mine.
I was having a great day until I read that comment. Although I suppose I could consider it entertaining, especially since it's so damned obvious who wrote it. Anyway, I think I'll just continue on with my day. I'm at one of my favorite places, the Kalispell Library, doing some of my favorite things; the sun is out and the little house has a fresh coat of paint that's making my life much brighter!
I met with my mental health counselor today and she's fabulous. I can't believe how much we went over in an hour and how relieved I am to find that she's just as great as my counselor in Polson was and she has a real brain in her head. It's unfortunate, but many, many professionals think they know your story already. They meet you , slap a label on you and figure out your entire life in a few minutes. Isn't that brilliant? If you can find one who actually listens, hold onto them.
I'm working on an essay about the similarities between civilization spiraling out of control and an addict spiraling out of control and the most helpful options in approaching either one. It'll be up by the end of the week. Thanks for visiting. Thanks for reading. Thanks most of you for commenting.