I used to be a News Junkie.
This was largely because I was often in the news and hung around other people who were in the News too.
Reporters were good friends.
I was a master of a good quote, a quality sound bite and long interviews that were both informative and funny.
I was trying to change an entire city and the media's extremely helpful in getting the word out.
They also asked others to comment on how I was doing, printing their quotes after my quotes, to achieve a "fair and balanced" representation of whatever-it-was.
Consequently I learned who loved me and who hates me ... learning to be alright with it because everybody doesn't love any one person.
Decades of living this way changed me.
If someone doesn't like what I'm doing and are vocal about it, I typically shrug my shoulders and say to Sarah, "I guess he's not a fan."
"Did you hear what he said?" my loving and overly protective wife shoots back.
"It's what he thinks," I say holding her hand, "I guess it's better that he lets it out rather than internalize it."
I mean I wouldn't want his hatred of me to foster so much anger that his heart blows up causing him to drop dead on the spot!
If calling me names prevents such things from happening ... I'm pretty cool with it.
The other night we were at a church meeting and someone was upset I blatantly blog about how very appreciative I am of my wife's anatomy.
I suppose he hasn't taken the time to review it for himself and she how fine it is but I understand that everybody's busy.
For the first time in a long time I had to defend things I've said.
It was cool.
I'm used to it.
But he really should check out his facts before criticizing what I've said.
Because he'd clearly see how exactly right I am on this one.