Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in his shoes. Then when you start criticizing him, you're a mile away and he's got to run after you in his socks.
The Natchez Indians: A History to 1735 | James F. Barnett, Jr.
As I see me . . .
I'm a bit skewed and take somewhat of a perverse pride in that personality trait. As I approach the age of dirt, perceptions of others are not as important to me as they once were. I am not, however, totally immune to their negative opinions. Some degree of sensitivity will indubitably follow me to the grave. I envy those who can quite honestly say that they don’t give a fat rat’s patootie about the opinions of others. I admit to enjoying a bit of sarcastic banter. I prefer to be eyeball-to-eyeball with my opponent. I need something ... not always available ... to provide an ameliorative effect when a gross misunderstanding might otherwise happen due to my imprecise use of the language. I am unimaginative and about as exciting as vanilla pudding straight out of the box. This explains why I choose to lurk more than write. Reading good blogs is much better than trying to write one that is sadly tedious.
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