As long as one doesn’t take it really to be true, one can hear it in one ear, and let it go through the other. It does feel nice to hear from someone extolling you to no end, but in the end it’s deceiving your own self. A time comes when you start believing what the flatterer tells you, and you began having a false image of yourself.
It’s better to have an enemy, where you know where you stand, than having a friend who lets you believe you are too wonderful for words, and the reality is otherwise.
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I dislike lizards bordering on vengeance. They are so creepy, and hideous. If they didn’t try to get inside the house, I wouldn’t have disliked them that much. Somehow they find their way in.
When my husband R was alive, at least I could count on him to get rid of them. Now that I live alone, I get heart attacks every time I see one, especially when I am chasing it with a broom, and it gets entangled with my foot. I make so much noise like someone is about to murder me. I won’t like my neighbors to hear me shrieking, but that’s what I do.
Why can’t they stay outside? With colder months coming they hide near doorways, and get inside the minute you open the door. Once they hide inside they are difficult to find except when you see them on the roof. It’s a heart stopping moment.