People puzzle me.
I have been living with my eyes wide open for a long time now.
It seems to me that some need enemies and some need heroes.
Folks need something to fight or follow.
I am fortunate to have a full life, so I do not feel this need.
But some folks have holes in them.
There is a void that yearns to be filled.
They need to fight a boss or spouse, so they revel in political battles.
They need a champion parent or preacher, so they follow a paternalistic leader.
I have an enemy all ready. Epilepsy takes the battle out of me.
I have heroes in my family, one of which is my amazing Rose.
Because my life is full, I do not scroll for anger or watch a screen for inspiration.
I stay home peacefully puzzling about people while surrounded by plants.