tboy said:
. . .You know, poking holes in your stories is like trying to poke holes in a fishing net, there's already so many holes it is fruitless trying to poke more....
Then why fuckin' bother, tboy?
You know, sometimes I love reading what you have to say because you put two and two together and come up with four and I can't help but agree.
Other times you just seem obsessed with proving a point . . . a dog with a bone, won't let go.
Problem is, the point you're trying to prove is loaded with overtones, mostly of the didactic, self-righteous kind. Plus an insatiable need to have last word.
Not trying to be nasty here, merely observant. In many respects I have come very much to appreciate your intelligence, tboy, your work ethic and other philosophic positions.
By the same token I have grown very fond of Blissful.
At risk of repeating myself, I make this observation: You and I may be grammar cops, carefully reading and rereading and editing what we have to say so that we don't have typos or ambiguities in what we post. Blissful, on the other hand, speaks straight from the heart, spills her guts, and sometimes ~ make that many times ~ her words are a tumbled mess, her syntax substandard, her sentences fragments, her paragraphs seemingly incoherent.
But step back for a moment and let the big picture sink in.
Blissful paints with her words, because her words capture emotions. She's no Norman Rockwell, that's for sure. And she's no Robert Bateman either. No realist perfection in her art. When I read her posts I think of Jackson Pollack hurling paint at the canvas, colors splashing everywhere, chaotic, arhythmic, disorderly, asymmetric and often baffling.
So yes, sometimes it's work for me to figure out what Blissful is saying. But when I stop being the grammar cop, stop trying to parse the sentences, or fragments of sentences, when I step back, way back, and look at the large picture, I start to appreciate the beauty of her soul coming through in her posts. That's why I'm happy to cut her some slack.
Is Blissful full of flaws? You bet. Is she a fishing net full of holes? You bet.
Of course, so am I, much as it pains me to admit.
Like it or not, you too have flaws, tboy.
But sometimes you are wonderful to watch.