It's time to declare amnesty for the part of you that you don't love very well. Forgive that poor sucker. Hold its hand and take it out to dinner and a movie. Tactfully offer it a chance to make amends for the dumb things it has done. And then do a dramatic reading of this proclamation by the playwright Theodore Rubin: "I must learn to love the fool in me--the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool."
What a *very* interesting time to receive this. My masterful tyrant, oddly, has been doing *astoundingly* well for me just lately, particularly in forgiving those outside myself.
The inner fool has his own agenda, as always. I can't ignore him, but I can overrule him before he does anything too stupid. Because, whatever Rob may say, neither dignity nor humility is his strong suit lately.
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