All of me is beautiful and valuable, even the ugly, stupid, and disgusting parts. I am at one with my duality. I will strive to live each day as if it were my 40th birthday. Only a lack of imagination saves me from immobilizing myself with imaginary fears. I honor and express all facets of my being, regardless of state and local laws.
False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
A good scapegoat is nearly as welcome as a solution to the problem. Instead I will move my TV into the bedroom. 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.