Blame Earl Grey. I used to love Earl Grey tea until R mentioned that it tasted like soap to him. I haven't been able to drink it since. Or maybe blame the military. I lived in Huntsville, AL; Denver, CO; Albuquerque, NM [three different houses]; USAFA, CO; Black Forest, CO; Stillwater , OK - BEFORE I entered kindergarten. I could keep listing places that they moved us, but you get the point. Better yet, blame D.L. King. I wouldn't touch a Bloody Mary until she insisted I try one last time we were at the Saints and Sinners Literary Festival, and now I drink a couple a year.
What am I talking about? I have no idea how others think and feel. I know this because things I like other people hate, things I've never been tempted to try other people love, and there's a million ways to do everything, and all of them are right - except the way I do it, which is always wrong, something kids at every school in every state told me.
Even people who judge me harshly, hold political ideas that confound me, or religious views that seem only to be expressed in words of hate and anger, even they, I assume, love. I'm in no position to measure the depth or sincerity of their feelings much less compare them to something else I'm not sure about. So I don't feel qualified to address this week's topic. Lest you think me a saint, or incredibly woo-woo spacey new age touchy-feely kumbyya addled, let me assure that I'm not. I can be as petty, catty, and mean-spirited as the next person. Or, at least, I think I am. Maybe I'm worse. Maybe I'm not. The thing is - I don't know. We each only have one POV on the world, and as I mentioned, mine has been unanimously declared wrong.