Looking out my Backdoor: Along for the ride
Last updated 7/16/2020 at 8:24am
Now and then, I am reminded how utterly unimportant I am. Sometimes a nudge from memory. Or a “knowing” I’d forgotten.
Being alone as much as I am with only a couple flesh-and-blood people to talk with, face-to-face with appropriate two meter social distance, I have a tendency to be inward.
Self-centered is the better term. I begin to think my thoughts are important, that they matter. When people are around, I voice my thoughts and friends laugh at me, put me in my place. They save me from my own misdirection. That is a good thing.
Even though scattered throughout North America, t...