Worried about the advertisements showing up on the computer?

When you pass a billboard do you relate to thinking it is telling the world you drink Tequila Sunrise? Do you own a Lamborghini? All kinds of ads in the "men's" magazines. Think people who saw the page you were on think you were wishing to be the gorgeous string (clothed?) bikini model or the seriously handsome hunk she is hanging onto? Equipment sales? They see your screen and automatically associate you as the scantily clad supermodel stretched out on that ungodly huge trackhoe which is big enough to reach across a lot of rivers?

You my friend, are letting your imagination and insecurity feed one another. This is what makes great writers in some ways. They move from the real world to "what if".

Horses, cows, chickens, heavy farm equipment, damn large dozers, trackhoes, backhoes, Line Pole trucks, Semi's, electrician, plumber, refrigeration, air conditioning, pilot and hold or held a license for everyone of those that required one. Helped build hospitals, research labs, banks, industrial buildings, homes, conservation dams, laid out the survey and lines for a lot of them. Change a diaper, bake a cake, sew a dress, raise a family and a few other things I'm not going to list.

Which one should I be embarrassed about? I can operate almost every piece of large equipment made by man or I can nurse a sick child? Don't let others define your life for you. Caution? Sure no doubt. Are there places to be open or rub their noses in it? Sometimes funnier than hell, other times their resentment makes the job harder. Don't close in on the tail end of life and "wish I had". Regrets? I have a truckload of them. Bucket List? Not a single one. It's been a hell of a ride.

In the billions of people on this screwed up star we call Earth and the trillions of life forms among the galaxies, you are unique. You're the only one like you. Be courteous and kind to others. Be death personified to those who wish you harm. Don't let anyone dictate your life.

And for God's sake stop worrying what they might think about you. They either like you, hate you, or are indifferent. Do the job the best you know how. After all, isn't that the reason you're working?

"What does she do?"
"You'd never believe me if I told you."

I wish you happiness most of all. Everything else will fall into place.
always,
Barb