Do your friends seek you because they need something heavy to carry? Do your friends come to you when they need to talk? Do you have those friends that never seem to worry about you, but they know you have their backs? Who are your friends? Who listens to you? Who calls you and worries about you? Your dogs? Your friends?
A giver, in a world of takers, supping on emotional abuse, hoping for love? Know the takers. Give them rations to keep you alive and well. Do not give them all of you.
I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.
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