I’m a trouble maker. An instigator
and agitator. I like to poke at things and people and ideas, just to see what
happens. When things get too quite I try
to rile them up again. I pick at other
peoples’ scabs (mental not physical – that would be gross).
Now listen, I don’t want to be
misunderstood. I’m not mean. I’m a kind hearted soul. But I don’t like to get too comfortable and I
don’t think other people should be allowed to become too comfortable. Nothing changes when it is comfortable. Comfort is just a dressed up way of saying
stagnant.
Rearrange your furniture, move the
silverware drawer, fold your underwear differently and you might have a new
thought. A new insight. A revelation.
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