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After I brought the picnic basket of hate to my doorstep,I pulled off the checkered cloth and found something that smelled like love underneath.All for myself.There have been periods of skeptic love,to absolute narcissism,going through the loop of love-hate and finally settling on a perch called "moderate" ,but honest.However, the one thing that remained consistent in my list of "things I love about myself" is that I'm not quick to judge.I believe every person has a redeeming quality that makes him/her a good human being.{Pardon me if I made myself sound like a steaming bowl of Chicken Soup for your less-mojoed soul}{This also doesn't mean I don't want to hunt down jerks,and douches and the undeniably growing numbers of the race called Stupid.}I prefer giving people chances,one chance too many maybe-but a chance nevertheless.I wouldn't leave a man man if he chewed loudly.I would probably be bugged if my brat was to go through a weird fashion phase,but I wouldn't let that cloud my view of how I see him and how he is inside.I had anger issues as a teen and much of that has significantly melted away as I insignificantly grew up.You never know what's the beef behind a man's actions-maybe there's something you never imagined or maybe he is just plain asshole-but every man deserves to tell his story.We all have our faults,vices even, but if man can't turn to man for acceptance the society might as well decay in the dying cradle of humanity.I try to listen to some and I try very hard not to judge.Most of the time I succeed and that's what I love most about myself.
