There are things in this world we cannot understand unless we've "walked a mile in their shoes".
Don't most mental illnesses fall into this category?
Suicide? Depression? Bein' bipolar?
Then there's another I'm understanding more and more-
Bein' a hermit. As I age I can understand why folks separate themselves from others. But the funny thing is, while I find myself needing to be around others less and less, I'm also more understanding of other's idiosyncracies.
But understanding them doesn't mean I want to have to tolerate 'em.
We're here in Destin with Sara Jean's nephew and his lady. Both are very nice people. Both are young. Both are remorseful Obama voters.
I'll give ya a second to let that sink in.
My question to him was, "When he said 'I want to spread the wealth around', why didn't the alarm bells go off in your head?" He just shakes his head, wondering why he didn't pick up on that himself.
So I'm bein' nice. I'm bein' VERY careful about the topics I throw out for discussion.
But take a look at the world around us...
How in the world do you spend 10 days cooped up with someone without asking how in the world they were so...
(Let me be nice)...
But there sure are times when I appreciate bein' alone!