Bill (bitterlawngnome) asks (paraphrase):
What was the nastiest thing anyone has ever said to you?
I could suppose that it could be being told by my mother that I was an unwanted pregnancy, or all the taunts that I endured as a child by my peers for being a girly-boy know-it-all. But truly, I can’t even recall the words any longer, and I forgave them all for them a long time ago, and myself for carrying them around in my head for so long. I just don’t have the energy to waste on that kind of thinking anymore. If a life is lasts for 80 years, that’s 29200 days, give or take. Each day is precious, and once it’s gone, you don’t get it back. How many days do I and did I waste by beating myself up? I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. I still have to live my life with as much love and passion as I can.
Remember, March, or what’s left of it, is question month. Ask me anything, and I’ll answer it.
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