There is so much Anti Vaping BS on the News or in the Papers we must remember they mean well and want the best for us but it is just Misinformation and blatant lies.
I am really trying to comprehend how one would forget such a thing? I apologize but when people put a knife, sword to my throat, I do not forget them, or their actions. Even if they are ones I once called friends. Time for me does not matter because it is for me usually the same day every day, the same shit every day, day in and day out.
I admit that I do have some minor defects which give me this "rosey" view of life. I try not to use those defects as excuses though because the rest of the world does not. To give you an example regarding that, ... I went through the process of filing for disability.
I had gotten denied, appealed twice and it went to arbitration with a "judicial administrator" because we no longer have "judges". Well, arbitration called for the STATE(local & Federal) to have a physician, psychologist on hand to better understand Kallmann's Syndrome, what I deal with life long. The physician blurted out they could not see how I had managed to do even half of what I had done in my life that far given my condition. The psychologist then agreed that it seemed unlikely.
My wife waited but told the lawyer I had, "nobody told him he wasn't supposed to do that stuff, or if they did he told them to go hide and watch him." Being clear I served in the military, I did live hang of chickens, I have helped slaughter hogs (I'm an all out and about country boy. There's lots of rough and tumble stuff I've gotten into, lot's I'm sure others have I missed, or some they missed.) I've also ran with rescue squad as an e.m.t, done rounds as a c.n.a, scrubbed floors, been out digging latrine ditches. Yep, done a bit of everything. If I've not, likely it wasn't worth the doing. *chuckles*
The live hang of chickens is up there with hell cat jumping to fight forest fires as one of the most dangerous jobs to do. I've even done some fire fighting. I've looked down the barrel of a loaded weapon pointed squarely at my forehead, dared them to fire. I've jumped over 253 feet down into 8 feet of water just for giggles, was not suicidal, it was just "something" there to do. That follows the whole Mohamed climbing the mountain. Why did he? Because it was there.
My point is I don't make excuses. I'll run you through instead. That's me, that is how I was brought up to see life, to live it. I believe we all ought to live life, let others live theirs. Currently I am kind of stuck because well life has gotten to a finite point where there's no work open.
Sure I could go work as "crew" in a fast food place again. I'm too old though, they don't want me doing that and shaming the teens they hire to avoid paying insurance. They don't want me doing it and becoming an "inside"/"unofficial" manager that leads a crew to run damn fine, clean place to eat, good food, excellent service, constant up selling, turning large profit margins. I've done it too, rolling $1,000 orders per hour and "calling them".
Besides that minimum wage and shitty hours is not really 'decent" work, not when you can get fired for no reason at all at any time. And I know fuck having a "career" any more, you're lucky to find a Just Over Broke, job. Then, you can add two or three of those to maybe make half the ends meet. Yeah, sure I will.
That's me. I don't forget others that don't get to my level. I can reach out and help them come along. I can pull my hand back too, keep going on my way. I can forgive and that's all fine and well. Forgetting though is different.
It is especially so when one holds a blade to your throat. You tend to not forget it. When someone lies and that lie is the same as a blade, forgetting won't happen. No, it's all the same day and same shit, every day, day in, day out. Really ought to be used to it by now, reckon I still care too much.
