Recently a gal contacted me with an offer to do me a favor. This was not the first time I’ve heard from her. This is a young woman. She encourages me to mix it up with her generation. She smart, likable, kind and she can adapt to whoever. In this case, I am the whoever.
So she made me this offer and I wanted to take her up on it. I really and truly did, even though it would be quite risky. Like giving someone (you do not know and have never met), access to the back-end of this site. Probably not a great idea. But I did take some time to think about this; then I wrote her to explain that while was grateful to her and thought her ideas were good, I really couldn’t take the chance.
She understood. She thought it was too bad there was no way I could know she was trustworthy. I responded:
“I think you’re trustworthy, but I know that over time, I tend to piss people off. It almost guaranteed! And no telling when or who, why or where! It’s a phenomena!
Thanks for understanding.”
She understood that too. Later I was talking to a friend about this, I mentioned, “THE COOKIES”.
Years ago, I used to write a lot of stories. This gal came upon them and she just fell in love with me. I’m serious. I could do no wrong! I was the Queen of the World.
Within a week, she came across these cookies in a mall – Elsa’s Story. She figured I had to have them and I wound up giving her my address so she could send me some. She went back to the mall, bought the cookies and sent them to me within a couple of days.
Do you know that within ONE WEEK, she hated me? Yep. She came across something I’d written that she didn’t like. I went from Saint to Sinner before I could even stuff my face.
This is a Venus Neptune thing of course. Do you know how many times I have endured this cycle? More than 1000 times. I’m serious.
If you love me, I’m glad but I’m also holding my breath. Because chances are, you love my hologram and when that veil drops, yikes!
It’s very hard to be accepted as a flesh and blood, multi-dimensional person, with your own ideas. This might be why we’re putting dead celebrities up to be worshiped. No farts or warts or words off-script.
re: hologram, search or see tag – Neptune Midheaven