I’m sure we all remember as a child having the nursery rhyme “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.”, beat into our heads anytime we went crying to mommy because Billy called us a poopiehead, right? Well apparently we’ve been lied to all this time.

You see, today if you call someone a name, your immediately attack by some organization hell bent on pressing their agenda and morality on others. Oh, and don’t forget the inevitable trail of lawyers that will find their way into the fray.

What the hell is wrong with people today that they can get so bent out of shape over mere words? Are these people so thinned-skinned as to think that mere words will define them for the rest of their lives? Well, maybe. If your so hurt by mere words, your life is going to be defined by others around you and not by yourself. Me, I choose to define myself by my own standards regardless of what other people think. If I had defined myself by the words directed at me as a child, I would be a pathetic excuse for a human today.

Fortunately, I have heeded the advice of a very wise nursery rhyme and decided that I would be who I am despite what others called me. And you know what? I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.

Skunky