To borrow an old cowboy's euphemism. Joyce asked me today if I hated anyone. I thought long and hard, and finally told her I hated The Homeless Guy. I hated the way he is using good and charitable people. It bugged me for the rest of the day that I hated someone. The Homeless Guy had taken the place of G.W. Bush in the annals of my most hated person. Joyce also told me she hated my mother so we were a tough crowd to please today. Joyce was very mentally ill, though. I had no excuse.
That bugged the shit out of me that I could harbor enough rancor to hate someone, though. I decided that was the new thing to work on for me. To forgive and to forget. I deleted all the links and all the numerous blog posts and articles that had negatively been written about the guy. I vowed that I had a choice in not bearing such malice for another human being. They always say the best and hardest changes start at home. I may even send the guy a few bucks when I start getting money again on April 1st, April Fool's Day. I know he will laugh and see it as a joke.