A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

"Oops I'm drunk!" My favorite quote of an old friend. Sadly, pride drove us apart as is the case with so many women I have known. But genders aside my life is a testament to the fact that any randomly drawn person on the positive side of the intelligence bell curve will fight tooth and nail in order to refuse the recognition of a person higher than themselves along the bell curve. Why? Because intelligence is so elusive that it escapes common definition and one can always substitute intelligence with belligerence together with the old maxim that "might makes right" is known consciously and subconsciously to all intelligent introspectors, case in point the current U.S. president.

But this aside, what do you really have to fear? Am I going to yell at you for being human? Are you too proud to apologize for it or are you too fearful that your apology is a form of admission of mortal frailty? Shakespeare said as Hamlet, "Frailty, thy name is woman!". I say, "Frailty, thy name is humanity!" Am I to be crucified for my observations or for my pointing out of them. No I shall not yield! But you point out that I too err. True and when have I not admitted this to you and when I have not bowed down before your truth. No, you squirm because I do not bow before your bullshit. But rather than trouble you this should delight you. Congratulate rather than condemn me. Make me an ally rather than an enemy and then life will seem a little less pointless, a little less scary and a little less unforgiving. We make our own forgiveness. Do not make the mistake of asking for forgiveness, but rather be sorry and rectifying and forgiveness will come your way, actions not words.

You carry with you all my mistakes and all my triumphs and I yours, be fair to yourself, myself and true to history and you will find that I would humble myself in the face of your honesty. But you must first try. No! Try not. Do. Or do not. There is no try.