Richard Soderstrom <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> writes: Daily Affirmations As I let go of my shoulds and feelings of guilt, I can get in touch with my Inner Sociopath. I have the power to channel my imagination into ever-soaring levels of suspicion and paranoia. I assume full responsibility for my actions, except the ones that are someone else's fault. I no longer need to punish, deceive or compromise myself. Unless, of course, I want to stay employed. In some cultures what I do would be considered normal. Having control over myself is nearly as good as having control over others. My intuition nearly makes up for my lack of good judgment. I can change any thought that hurts into a reality that hurts even more. I honor my personality flaws, for without them I would have no personality at all. Joan of Arc heard voices too. I am grateful that I am not as judgmental as all those censorious, self-righteous people around me. I need not suffer in silence while I can still moan, whimper and complain. As I learn the innermost secrets of the people around me, they reward me in many ways to keep me quiet. When someone hurts me, forgiveness is cheaper than a lawsuit...but not nearly as gratifying. The first step is to say nice things about myself. The second, to do nice things for myself. The third, to find someone to buy me nice things. As I learn to trust the universe, I no longer need to carry a gun. All of me is beautiful and valuable, even the ugly, stupid, and disgusting parts. I am at one with my duality. Blessed are the flexible, for they can tie themselves into knots. I will strive to live each day as if it were my 50th birthday. Only a lack of imagination saves me from immobilizing myself with imaginary fears. Does my quiet self-pity get to me? Yes? Or should I move up to incessant nagging? Today I will gladly share my experience and advice, for there are no sweeter words than "I told you so." False hope is nicer than no hope at all. A good scapegoat is nearly as welcome as a solution to the problem. Just for today, I will not sit in my living room all day watching TV. Instead I will move my TV into the bedroom. Who can I blame for my own problems? Give me just a minute...I'll find someone. Why should I waste my time reliving the past when I can spend it worrying about the future? The complete lack of evidence is the surest sign that the conspiracy is working. I am learning that criticism is not nearly as effective as sabotage. Becoming aware of my character defects leads me to the next step - blaming my parents. To understand all is to fear all. I will find humor in my everyday life by looking for people I can laugh at. The next time the universe knocks on my door, I will pretend I am not home. My body is a temple. Do you want to come over for midnight mass? To have a successful relationship I must learn to make it look like I'm giving as much as I'm getting. I am willing to make the mistakes if someone else is willing to learn from them. ------------------------------ You know the computer belongs to a Redneck if . . . 1. The mouse is referred to as a "critter." 2. The keyboard is camouflaged. 3. There is a Skoal can in the CD-ROM drive. 4. There is a gunrack mounted on the CPU. 5. The password is "bubba." 6. The numeric keypad only goes up to six. 7. Outgoing faxes have beer stains on them. 8. The printer goes really slow since Bubba don't read too fast. 9. The extra RAM slots have Dodge truck parts installed in them. 10. The menus all have Budweiser, Black Label, and Old Milwaukee options. 11. Jeff Foxworthy *.wavs. 12. The moniter is up on blocks. 13. Seven blue tick hounds under the desk. 14. Deer jerky in the desk drawer. 15. The screen saver consists of pictures of Ned Beatty with dueling banjos playing in the background. 16. The six front keys have rotted out. The dirty old Gandy Dancer Subscribe/Unsubscribe, email: [EMAIL PROTECTED] In the body of the message enter: subscribe/unsubscribe law-issues
