tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post6536530185227505493..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: The Joy of Being DecriedKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-37721712412456300422019-04-14T23:25:44.498+01:002019-04-14T23:25:44.498+01:00Thanks Roberta. :)
Thanks Roberta. :)<br />Ken Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-45202705210732583532019-04-14T22:32:25.335+01:002019-04-14T22:32:25.335+01:00A sweet man is what you are, Ken. Nice piece of wr...A sweet man is what you are, Ken. Nice piece of writing today.Roberta Bearyhttp://www.robertabeary.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-86093208539245187332019-04-14T15:42:17.931+01:002019-04-14T15:42:17.931+01:00I'm taking 'eminently bearable' to the...I'm taking 'eminently bearable' to the bank, James. :)<br />Ken Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-89464293584612581262019-04-14T15:23:56.957+01:002019-04-14T15:23:56.957+01:00“O wad some Power the giftie gie us, to see oursel...“O wad some Power the giftie gie us, to see oursels as ithers see us!" I am not an effusive chappie. No one has ever referred to me as “bright”. Overcast, perhaps. The most consistent feedback I’ve had over the years has been—and, perversely, I take some pride in saying this—intimidating and yet despite that wall people have sought out my friendship, actively. I can’t understand what the attraction was. I mean I never turned anyone away who wanted to be pally (one can’t have too many people in one’s corner) but it still puzzles me why they went to the bother in the first place. Needless to say their efforts were rewarded—I like to think I’ve been a good friend over the years, loyal, trustworthy, reliable, etcetera—and it wasn’t forced but now that they’ve all dwindled away, all those in the real world at least, I don’t find myself pining for their company. <br /><br />Friendship’s something I’ve never really understood. It is, of course, a form of love and I don’t understand that either but I do believe in love at first sight because I’ve become friends with people at first sight. You simply <i>know</i> you’re going to be mates with that person for years to come. Mostly, though, I find when I’ve become friends with a person and I’ve no idea when or how it happened as has been the case with you. Maybe the Internet serves as a dampener because I’ve never really thought of you as unbearably bright or unbearably anything. You’re eminently bearable. Perhaps that’d change were we to meet in person but I suspect not because we’d both be on best behaviour and the next thing you know we’d bugger off to our old lives.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com