We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Quoted in a piece on dealing with rejection at Dr. Helen:
Legendary psychologist Albert Ellis pioneered the "shame-attacking exercise" in 1933 at age 19, when he decided to approach every woman who sat down alone on a bench at the New York Botanical Garden. "Thirty walked away immediately," he told the New York Times. "I talked with the other 100, for the first time in my life, no matter how anxious I was. Nobody vomited and ran away. Nobody called the cops."
And Ellis learned he wouldn't die from rejection. Of the first 130 women he went up to, he got only one date, he said, but "with the second 100, I got good and made a few dates"—and, eventually, got to be "one of the best picker-uppers of women in the United States."
I have only been picked up successfully once. So I stand guilty of rejecting several thousand friendly/drunken/lust-crazed/or boredom induced flexing of social muscle attempts. The one successful guy sang in the choir of my church and followed me to the subway station after morning worship. He came up to me and said "You read the lesson really well, have you considered getting ordained?" He succeeded, despite not being especially good looking or charming. Because: he was familiar (I figured he was probably not an axe murderer if he could put up with our choir director week after week), he was from church, it was flattering to be admired (ah, feminine vanity) and he asked a question I had been soul searching about already.
Otherwise, I am an exceptionally timid female socially and, even when I was available, I was so terrified of men that I would literally run away from people who approached me, however complimentary. If I didn't know them from church, or they weren't long-time family acquaintances, or in a course of mine and good public speakers able to out-argue me, I didn't take a chance. My dad so successfully warned me that men were beasts, that I enjoyed arguing with them in school and editing our newspaper, had many male friends, but I was otherwise incredibly wary of them. When total strangers came up to me and flirted, I automatically rejected them. Dare say I missed out on a lot, but my sheltered upbringing made me wary.
Very dainty, modest, old-fashined, and sexy post, there, retriever. The farther women remove themselves from the meat market, the greater the attraction. This is a more complex thought than the brief blurb I give it here, but today's freedom ain't free, if you get my drift.