My wife and daughter love me. My relatives don’t seem to mind having me around. I have friends that seem to enjoy my company. My neighbors are pleasantly perplexed by me.
That’s good enough for me.
I do my best to be kind to folks I work with. But I never, ever alter my behavior to try and suit others. Doing that, my friends, is a recipe for psychic disaster.
That’s good enough for me.
I do my best to be kind to folks I work with. But I never, ever alter my behavior to try and suit others. Doing that, my friends, is a recipe for psychic disaster.