What you think of me, is probably none of my business

Have I posted this picture of the Lippazon Stallions. We used to winter close to their winter home and could go watch for free. Of course they did pass the hat for feed for the horses. That was okay.

These pictures are of the beautiful Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada.

Said by many to be one of the most beautiful spots on earth. And I must agree.

NOW What?

Why did I do that?
Don’t you love it when you are driving and turn at the wrong place and someone asks…
Why did you turn here?

I don’t know, I’m sorry I wasn't thinking.

(You wanted to say... I was afraid if I went on I would run over someone’s dog! Call it intuition.)

You spill your drink and someone asks ‘What happened?’

I’m sorry, I will clean it up.
(You want to say, It is obvious, it was an accident, but I really wanted to see how long it would take to go across the table and ruin your clothes!)
Did you know it is none of my business what anyone thinks of me ( if they don’t want to tell me)?
Do you know it is NONE of your business what someone thinks of you! That is their business.

I have thought of that a lot. If I have a negative thought about anyone, most of the time I don’t want them to know. So I must think that it is none of their business what I think of them. Isn’t the saying true, ‘What is good for the goose is good for the gander!’?
If you tell someone just what you think of them (nasty). You can never recall those words. And no apology can call the words back. I think it is better to think them and not say them. Usually we change our minds.
WE take ourselves too seriously. Why? No one else does, do they?
Making someone smile is important. Making two people smile is important. But if you make more people smile every day, that is very important.
Little things bug me, I do not know why? I got really beat up once as a kid. I never liked that guy or his buddies. Do you think they care? Heck no. They would say we were just kids and didn’t know any better. They would be right. I finally reached 70. I don’t even know if the guy or his friends are alive, but I am. I think I could meet him (if he is alive) and be nice enough not do more than black both eyes. At least I could kick his walker or cane out from under him. I have to be in better shape than he is. Hahahahaha. Joking aside. That was probably the longest dislike in my life. I don’t know when I actually quit planning his demise, but I did quit. I gained nothing with my petty hate.
So now I come down to the end of the race, I try to accept folks as they are, they seem to accept me, and I am lucky.
It is nice to not have a lot of baggage, especially at this age. So today and tomorrow, let’s make someone smile. We may think we are the sharpest knife in the drawer, but not everyone else does, And really they don’t care. If you are a friend, that is what counts.
Thanks for coming this way,
Nite Shipslog
PS: Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following question:

What does your mom do in her spare time?

1. Mothers don't do spare time.

2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.