I have a few people attacking me right now; this is not bothering me. I’m not saying it never has or that it never will again but at the moment, I’m being fed by it because people are just so stupid.
This reminds of my old friend, Leon, a Libra sun with his Moon, Mercury, Venus, Saturn and BML in Scorpio. We were playing cards one time; I was about 19 years old, making him about 26. There were four of us and I was chirping along, la la la.
“I’m a people person,” I said.
“No you’re not,” Leon said.
“You are not a people person. You like who you like and you ignore everyone else.”
He seemed so sure of what he was saying, I stopped to think about it and truth of his statement came to me with clarity.
I have people writing me who I don’t like. I’ve made this very clear to them but they persist.
One in particular; he’s sent me some analysis of the personality defects or something like that. Motherfucker, I didn’t ask you.
I would not ask this person’s opinion of me because I do not respect them. It seems this would be easy to understand. Would you go to a doctor who you did not respect? Of course not. But let me break this down for you because I think it’s interesting and it keeps coming up.
I am constantly told what I am thinking and how I am feeling. The people who tell me these things are on another planet. They make this stuff up in their ass. That’s what my husband would say.
If you’re that curious that you think about me all day and craft your little emails; let me help you out.
I am feeling physical pain.
I am thinking about how I might be able to address it without drugs that would dull my mind.
I am also trying to speed up this website for the benefit of everyone who comes here. You might even say I am obsessed with this right now. That’s it. When I get these things done, I will work on something else because that’s what I do. I WORK.
But like you, I don’t like you everyone I meet. And like you, I am not required to have conversations with people who don’t interest me.
It’s a rejection. Accept it. Do you think I’ve never been rejected? Come on! The people writing are rejecting me. Okay!
To be rejected is a gift, because then you know who not to waste your time on. If you want to keep wasting your time on me, then do it. But I will ignore you. Just ask, Leon, who caught on to this decades ago. And yes that’s him, pictured. He provided the picture, telling me that it was the only one of him that I was allowed to use.
Boundaries. No wonder I like, Leon. He’s also creative; the other picture is of me, taken by him,
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