Highest Form of Flattery?

I am fairly certain that someone is monitoring my content and perhaps claiming it as their own.

I guess I should at least ask that you stop. I hope that you do.

Well, you probably know then of the post that I’ve included at the end of this plea. But did you think of how it might be something to take into your own heart?

Why don’t you try finding your voice to share with the world?

You have one of your very own you know.

Char

From July, 2025:

Easy Fix

You can’t seem to make anything go the way that you planned.

It all seems to fall apart no matter how you go about it.

So frustrated you can’t stand yourself.

What do you do since nothing is working no matter what?

So easy really.

Do something for someone else!

I will bet that the next time you approach whatever it was, you will have a fairly pleasant outcome.

Heaven knows,

C

Narcissus

In conversations with him, she doesn’t seem to be the author of the things that she says.

She doesn’t recognize herself.

At these times, she is as much of an observer of herself as he is.

She surprises herself with this knowing, but moreover, intrigued by all of what happens between them.

She is what he allows her to be.

He is charming and handsome.

He is proud and confident.

For the experience he wants to have, she is the source.

He doesn’t know her.