Dear Members of the List,
I see where another member,one called DaveDock, has decided to forgo the 'pleasure" of our fascinating company. Appearently somebody has called him something, offended him in some way or somesuch. I would gently remind our good friend that as St Paul saith in the Corinthians somewhere (I can't remember where, years ago I spent the whole of a long and boring sermon going through Corinthians finding it): "For ye suffer fools gladly seeing that you yourselves are wise." Lyme disease does something to your brain and if, like me, you don't have a brain to begin with, the results are just not good. Hence much of the shennanigans on lymenet.
So instead of getting irate with people insulting you (am I actually saying this, the living emobidment of lyme rage-OK do as I say, not as I do) maybe a gentle smile or a meditation on patience or what have you. If that does not work, why just go ahead and take the numbskulls skins off. You will feel better.
Each of us contributes to the colorful, miserable, frustrating and fascinating world of lymenet. So do not leave us dear friend, the place will be duller without you. Besides, while your are iritated with the idiots that have gotten on your nerves, what about the times you have gotten on their nerves? Then there are all those people who appreciate what you have to say and might even be grateful for it, even if they disagree with you. You might even be helping people that you do not even know about and that is the ultimate healing.
There is so much sickness and so much pain. Perhaps we could all help by trying to lighten up just a little and not take things with such grim seriousness-again one of the dirty tricks of Boris and Myrtle and the Burgdorferi clan. So perhaps he could do as of my dear friends who worked in state government for years and use the perfect mantra that she says to herself when somebody really gets on her nerves: "I am samurai cool, you are an asshole." My own mantra is: "Sticks and stone may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me." If that does not work, go have a glass of sherry. Boris and Myrtle just adore the stuff. Cheers. Thomas Parkman