I have come to realize something recently. Many ideals and beliefs that were fed to me were bullshit. Pure, unfettered: bullshit. And not for everyone! For myself.Being told there was something intrinsically wrong with me for questioning the status quo and thinking that mankind did not hold “the key”. For believing that human beings do not have all the answers. I have spent a good portion of my life clinging to vendettas with individuals. I believe everyone knows how that turned out. I was instilled with the idea that I was “supposed” to hate the world . For some reason,. I believed I “should “ be angry and argumentative. And I was. And it was anything but pretty. Epic, actually! If anyone believes that someone has to be mushy and weak to be kind and silly or that someone cannot balance spirituality with fact and reality, that’s absolutely their prerogative! It’s not suitable for my own life. I feel I am better versed spreading happiness and self-confidence than spewing my old, misdirected bullshit!
My Bullshit Reality
An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.