Yesterday, it was 85 degrees and sunshiney. The ocean sparkled true blue and the sunset made the craziest streaks in the sky. A number 11 of orangey clouds.
The warmth inspired Monday Funday. That's what happens when your weekend starts on Sunday night. Monday becomes Saturday.
So, H, P, T and I got together to celebrate the heat, the sun and the water. And I, as always, took notes. I constantly write down quotes and questions. Anything I hope will sound equally profound the next morning.
And my scribbles show that yesterday, at one point, T said, "I'd rather be hated than ignored."
Now I'm not sure which I'd rather be. But I do know I don't like being ignored. I'm not a big fan of being hated either, but I can't deny that I may have given some people reason at one point or another.
What about you? Would you rather be hated or ignored?
4 years ago