Just ten years ago I was babbling about some idea I had when a co-worker told me I think too much. What a kick in the head. Were other people able to calm their minds without meditating? Was I different? When I first started to work at my job some thirty years before this incident the very same co-worker called me queer. Now granted I didn't fit into this environment, I was much more traditionally educated and I didn't enjoy sports or even watching sports and I enjoyed the arts. I knew he was trying me when he made that declaration because queer was a double entendre. From that point I was committed to proving that I may be queer/unusual but was able to produce and fit into their environment. I did but I never fulfilled my life in the arts, as it could have been. Hindsight is 20/20.
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