Improving Myself: Twelve Migraines Later

I am not a perfect person. In fact, if Jesus came down from Heaven and judged the living and the dead, right now, he would take one look at me, lose all faith in humanity, turn gay, then shack up with the devil and adopt an orhpaned baby chinese girl. [Whom he'd orphaned himself, by raping her parents to death with his prophet-powers.]

I have flaws is what I'm getting at, in my own round-about, murderous and sexually perverted manner.

But I try to be better than I am, and I'd like to think that that counts for something. [Being a realist makes that hard, but I manage.] For instance, anyone who has known me at all over the past few years has been aware of my particular... feelings... regarding Jews. With a lot of back breaking effort, a firmly clenched jaw and enough repression to take twelve years off of my life however, not one anti-semitic statement or exclamation in well over a month. [Unless you count simply exclaiming "Jew!" when stubbing your toe, in which case it's a little under three weeks.]

Sound bad?? Well it used to be a hell of a lot worse. I'm not going to go into details [because you may feel obligated to inform some sort of moral authority] so lets just say it was unpleasant. But I recognised that it was wrong to be so, and I've taken some real steps to change. Moderately successful steps I might add.

So HIP HIP HOORAY for me!! ;)