I do not know how to make amends to my readers of this blog.
If one were to read my Twitter page one would know that I pretty much do not want to intrude on anyone’s anything.
I like having followers and I understand what marketing is to me that is finding people who want to buy things.
I have nothing to sell, yet.
I have no real world freinds, know quite a few and have met many peolple in person that I saw online.
I also met in person folks that are recluse and should stay that way.
I cannot show people who I am inside but feel I am judged in many different ways from my outside apperence.
When I go down to the part of the beach where my mothers ashes were spread to meditate and breathe in the fresh ocean air I see people of all walks of life walking for their health.
I’m one of those folks not affraid to look others in the eye and know enough after some bad experiences not to look too long and will nod or verbalky say hi.
What is odd is that Nine out of Ten are too wrapped in fear or whatever to bother to nod or say high.
Are those the folks that would walk by if I were on the ground bleeding?
What has this got to do with the title of this post?
Do you think these people would say nothing if I were paying their rent?
I am ashamed at my behavior toward my sister at the end of my mother’s days not being good at being the oldest brother in my heart.
My values are different from both my younger siblings as I know it’s not all about money and status because without either, who are we?
My mother abandoned us as her children when we moved out of our home.
She helped my family when there was nowhere else to go but it was for a price.
My mothers new family her true new family was …I cannot tell you because it is supposed to be Anonymous.
With my mother I felt no shame and was not used so where am I going to get back to the title and why?
It was the founder of NAMS that makes me ashamed?
Ashamed of what?
Of my self for not taking an action on my own!
NAMS just made me feel used, like a John.
Someone to pay the rent for the event, to get some swag, even brining some of my own to throw into the pot.
I’m standing there talking to the head of security of this famous hotel and the guy running the event walks by without any questions?
Obviously I am releasing anger and I am over everything, by getting ready to start over.
I would have left some links to the dinks but no advertising is what they deserve.
I hope to better serve you all in the future blog post.
Thanks for letting me vent.