A Curmudgeon Has a Bad Day
To forgive is divine but for another day.
If you drink champagne from a ceramic coffee mug, you might only decipher the bubbles.
If you filter my delicate thoughts through someone else’s crooked brain, it will only spit them out in disgust.
Don’t expect honey to stay sweet in a bitter mouth.
Don’t make my innocence and naiveté live under intolerable circumstances just to suit your plans.
Oil and water don’t mix but no one expects water to change its whole composition in order to be more cohesive with oil. Just don’t add oil to water and expect them to mix.
Let me be me and you be you. We don’t need to meet in any middles if it means my demise.
If you don’t like what you see when I stand before you, then move to the next person.
If you don’t like what I say or do, then I wasn’t meant to be in your circle.
If you don’t like what I write, then turn the page and close the book.
No one is obligated to love those they aren’t inspired to, but everyone must be allowed to live in peace anyway.
If I rub you the wrong way, then, take that as a sign. Just as a bug would that was sprayed with insect repellent.
No love lost with me. Just find it elsewhere.
On the other hand….
If you are a loving, kind and generous person in soul and spirit, please foresee a warm greeting wherever I may meet you.
