This morning I struggled up a long and lonely hill,  just as I was getting my second wind I came upon a couple DWP workers fixing something.  As I huffed and puffed passed  them they started to laugh and mumble some sarcastic gibberish to each other.  Took me a minute to realize they were making fun of me.  Didn’t feel good, wanted to go back and crack a bottle over their heads.  But would’ve probably gotten my ass beat, that stuff only plays out in the movies.  I don’t like that feeling, being made fun of.  Never liked it, it’s never been easy to deal with.  Probably never will. It got me to thinking about  ’criticism’.  Now, there is a difference between being made fun of and being criticized.  One must listen and learn from positive criticism.  Only a fool thinks he’s right all the time.  But then you have criticism that comes from a bad and self serving place.  More to tear down, to make one feel better than another, because of whatever bullshit reasons.  Take for example when someone just unloads on a movie.  They hate it, hate her, hate him, hate hate hate.  I say, “then you make a movie”.  They say…”uh”   This kind of crap needs to be ignored and flushed away in the toilet accompanied with a heavy load of kimchee jige diarrhea.

It will probably take my whole life to not let the opinions of others affect me.  Actually this applies to positive or negative really.  Everyone has an opinion.  In a way everyone has a right to an opinion.  But…I wish one would take a minute and think first.  Words can be used to inspire others to greatness or used to divide and shatter hopes and dreams.  In a way we have great responsibility with our words.  It’s almost like a loaded gun.  But it’s only a ‘wish’ people think first, maybe I just need to get a thicker vest.

OK party people, been a long one.  Adios.