Zeus and His Daughters Part 37

Wasn’t born to follow by the Byrds.

Nothing could be more accurate about me.

Even before I knew I was Zeus, God, I never followed unless one could show they were worthy.

When I was 16 I was the student representative on the school board for Fair View, a continuation school where they sent the pregnant young women, and failures.

In one of the sessions they were reviewing the teachers policy, the rules for the teachers.

I had referenced Bidwell Junior High and Pleasant Valley High School when I suggested they should be more concerned about enforcing the policy instead of reviewing it.

The next day my principal was waiting for me.

He asked me what I said and I asked why. This is when I heard the school board secretary had told him she expected him to get me to apologize. When I asked what he said “Fuck no!”

That’s when he gained my undying respect.

Then at 20 I was in the Air Force and I was the squadron representative for the Group Advisory Council. I was a military advisor giving my Colonel what for every week.

My First Sargent once told me “You have the biggest brass balls I have ever seen.”

It had been a day where the Colonel said “Look at my collar, now look at your sleeve Airman.”

I lost that one, but what a way to lose.

I’ve always been the type that if I’m right, you have zero chance against me.

The Colonel got one for free because of the situation.

Arguing with me has never gone well, except the one girlfriend  I had.

She was studying to be an attorney, and she whooped my ass until she told me her secret. She would only argue if she knew she was right.

I started paying attention when she was silent.

Then I found out who I am. Now, forget about trying to argue with me.

Well, somebody has a high opinion of themselves.

Actually it’s a fact that I was God.

Good one.

So I get you like keeping yourself practiced at debate.

What has that gotten you?

I have one friend. My son doesn’t talk to me. I piss people off on a regular telling them the truth.

Really, nothing. If anything I’ve lost so much more than I’ve gained. However if my one friend calls me trustworthy, it’s good enough for me.

I like that I’m worthy of trust. I work at it. And that work pays off, not in cash, but in peace of mind.

Peace of mind is all I need.

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