I sometimes post comments on various current issues in the news on various websites that invite your opinion. Sometimes extremists with opposing views respond to my remarks and call out in me the impulse to revert to the streetwise language of my youth. And I SO want rip them to pieces. But I have learned that one is taken more seriously by not doing that, so I restrain myself. Sometimes I type out a masterpiece of bile and then delete it. But it’s an effort.

I responded to one diatribe directed at me through my Facebook page by addressing the writer, Dear Mr. … and commenting “you are mistaken. Sincerely, etc.” I never heard back and that’s okay. Maybe that means he didn’t know what to say after that. And who wants to have a constant going-nowhere back and forth with such people anyway, as once in a while would happen on Blogster.

How contained can one get without splitting a gut? I’ll let you know as time wears on.

When I met my internist a few years back and he took my history, at one point, he asked, “anything else?”
And I said, “Yeah, I grind my teeth,” and he asked, “Why do you do that,” and I said, “So I don’t have to kill people.”

xx, Teal