
I am here.
I love you already.
I do not use this term lightly.
If you read my 700+ articles, comments and responses you will see that I have never used this expression before, not to you, not to him, not to her, not to anyone, not on Medium, at least.
You are one of us.
I was searching for you too. I felt so alienated in the village school where I grew up.
When I attended university I began to meet people who thought the way that I did.
My son is lonely. He is 13. He is so like me. I reassure him that he will meet people that he can connect with, if the same thing happens to him as happens to me.
“I am here. I am here. I am forever” — the tree in Viktor Frankl’s “Man’s Search for Meaning”
Here’s a warning:
and surging ahead to the bitter end:
Oh, by the way, I get a much better class of insult here on Medium than I have ever gotten before.
My favourites so far have been “gauche” and “feminist”. For the feminist slur I didn’t even have to photograph my underarm hair. I hadn’t even grown it then. Now I have.
These insults are so eloquent that I rather took them as compliments.
I’ve been called officious too, by an American Lawyer. What a summer this has been for insults! He is a stauch republican so good riddance to him, his rudeness and and his silly candidate that his fellow party members choose over a brain surgeon.
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha (Bella Lugosi evil laugh).
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As I write in my bio, it is pure doggerel:
