Blog 789 – 10.09.2017

No Strings On Me

Since like Pinocchio I really do have no strings on me I am able to write about anything and everything that strikes my fancy as the blog “Breasts, A Touchy Subject” made evident to anyone paying attention. I receive no pay, and am not employed or other wise under patronage to anyone who picks my topics or edits the content of my writing. Not that some good editing might not help sometimes. I really do try to write in good taste, edit, and filter my thoughts to produce a loving, entertaining, and encouraging word for all of my friends.

My best advice to anyone reading my blog or listening to any other friend really is to take what you can easily swallow and spit out what does not appeal to you. But please don’t allow any particularly hard to chew or swallow bit or allow any idea or thought that does not appeal to you to cause you to miss out on an otherwise good dining experience. A good friend should always feel free to speak his or her mind even as you are to receive or reject what they have to say. But friends do each other the courtesy of hearing one another out before deciding what to accept or reject. You are the door keeper to your own thoughts as I am mine. I refuse to let anyone else be the arbiter of truth and good taste for me and so should we all.

Our thoughts our dreams are our own and we should get to pick the ones we dwell on and pursue. Shame on us if we let anyone else steer our boat, or change our course. I used to joke that if anyone could be talked out of getting married that they should be. And that anytime someone told me that they were getting married that I would shout, “For Pete sake, don’t do it.” What Pete has to do with it I have no idea or what business someone else getting married is to me or anyone else, other than their chosen partner, I am sure I do not know. When did we become so bored with living our own lives that we took up trying to live other people’s lives for them. So marry if you like. I did, four times, and have come to realize each was an experience to cherish and to remember and all a part of my finding finally the true religion, at least for me, the kind that helps (not makes) me love everybody.

You see, I have come to believe that in my case my biggest problem has not been with others but with myself. Learning finally to love and accept myself has made it possible for me to truly love others – no strings attached. Like the way I brought it full circle back to my original point? Me too. I meant to do that, Pee Wee. Not really but it is always nice when it works out that way. And the funny thing about writing and life is that it all works so much better like love when we just let it flow freely, no filter, and no strings attached. Cool beans.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White