What I care about and what I don’t.
First of all I want to say GA is not just about writing and reading. It’s about people too.
The one thing I’m proud of, before I joined GA was the fact that I have the quality of acceptance.
I don’t care about:
Your colour, your looks, or your dress sense, you could wear trousers, dresses or walk round with knickers on your head. It doesn’t matter.
What your sex is or orientation, do you have a fetish for rubber or wax or just get off on having a quiet wank in a corner? Whatever it is, it’s none of my business and makes you, just that….. You.
Do you have a god or not or believe in whatever. Again, none of my business, and as long as you don’t try and convert me. Do as you please.
I don’t care how much money you have, do you live in a big rambling house a tiny flat or a shed? It is none of my business.
What about disabilities, deformities, issues and hang-ups, mental or physical health? Once more that’s your business.
We are human and different, and what makes us different is who we are as individuals.
I think I’ve covered everything there, and if I have left anything then that too, doesn’t matter to me.
Things I do care about.
How you are today, and what makes you tick, I’m fascinated with how people live and who they are as people. Not because I’m nosy or need to know everything. But just what makes you...You.
I care about if you are happy or sad, can I help in some way?
Do you need an ear to scream at or whisper something in confidence? Do you need a smile or a hug, or someone to give you a quick kick up the jacksie and tell you to quit whining and get on with it?
I was told once that I have the quality of not only listening but hearing too, or maybe the other way round I can’t remember. The simple reason for that is I care.
Your life, all of you, is so very different from mine. And with each new friend with their life story, enriches my own.
I have never been in a room with more than five people in it, and two of those were little girls.
I guess the point of all this is just to say, come one come all. If I am not busy with my farm or with my man. Then I’m all yours.
I’m out of here. Hugs all