When I thank people (for being
such an ass), I see
they get nice.
such an ass, and they
think I might be a dumb, nice guy.
American Culture, Compassion, Depression, Etudes, Fibonacci, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Spirituality
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#1 by pattisj on June 4, 2011 - 10:21 pm
#2 by Carl on June 5, 2011 - 8:24 pm
Thank you, Patti.
#3 by Kay Camden on June 4, 2011 - 10:47 pm
OH yes. If only they knew.
#4 by Carl on June 5, 2011 - 8:24 pm
I’d need a new strategy.
#5 by carldagostino on June 5, 2011 - 4:56 am
Like in prison “Never let anyone know what you can do” The weaker and dumber they think you are the stronger you become in reality.
#6 by Carl on June 5, 2011 - 8:28 pm
I like that wisdom, Carl, but I do not want to need that!
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