I recently embarked on a new era in my life, one in which trouble just rolls off my back like water off a duck. I have actually not seen water roll of a duck per se, but it stands to reason. Perhaps I’d better investigate this further, because my new era is off to a shaky start.

My new era has a theme. It’s called “Protecting My Sanity.” If things work out, I’ll start printing up tee shirts that say “Protecting My Sanity Since 2004.” Except by the time I actually get around to it, it will be two thousand ten. Protecting My Sanity is, in theory, easy. What do we do? We don’t stay around when people abuse us. We avoid situations that are physically or mentally unhealthy. We are no longer available for those unrewarded “little favors” for others that end up consuming my life.

As Homer Simpson once said, “In theory, Communism works.”

I want to add “We no longer need to get the last word in Internet arguments,” but I can only deal with one miracle at a time.

Protecting My Sanity Since 11 November 2004 at 11:23 p.m.