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Straying from the Subject of UFOs
How do I start this without first owning, I am human. I have had moments of unwarranted arrogance. I have spoken poorly, to the point of hurting feelings, blowing up relationships, and just plain having not recognized other’s contributions. I can tell you, having come from a place where I felt as if I had no voice, I learn to shout and still felt unheard. Maybe in my older age I have just calmed a bit, but I still have opinions and I argue for them, enthusiastically. It is right for other human to argue with me. Wrong thinking should be an invitation to conversation. We should never be canceling fellow humans for not holding the same thoughts, ideas, or feelings. Ever.
I am nowhere near smart enough to thoughtfully construct a meme, or a hold a conversation on essential matters of truth. I rely on the words of giants that came before me. I simply know truth. I failed to uphold truth. I sometimes stood up for right, and got my ass kicked. I sometimes stood up for what I thought was truth, and spoke up, and got my ass kicked. It didn’t matter if I was actually right, and I can still argue for how I thought I was right and how authority, boss, supervisor, family, friends were wrong. No matter how much I rant against systems, it results in negative traction.
