It's about time I use my voice to say all the things that have been brewing and stewing over the years. My husband and I were talking about why I'm a skeptic, why I don't believe much of what anyone tells me, why I have a hard time following any sort of leader, guru, religion. I don't listen to TED Talks, I don't sign up for seminars, I don't follow the latest and greatest trend. I tend to push back against such things, specifically deny/avoid/repel/reject them immediately out of hand, even if they may have some value to offer.
I think the answer is because of my father. People have told me he's the greatest salesman they ever met. I reply with "he is a master manipulator," while registering my disappointment that he has manipulated another seemingly smart person into believing his lies. A person who believes his bullshit and lies immediately gets categorized into "fool" in my head, and a person not to be respected.
My bullshit meter is strong. My voice hasn't been. That's about to change.
The past couple of years have been like a Greek tragedy. Pyrrhic victory, lies, deceit, sabotage, lust, greed, on and on and on. Just when I think another thing cannot possibly happen, it does. And then some. Subscribe to enjoy the soap opera that has been my life.