I’m more of a mellow, easy going type. I have a dry sense of humor, and can be sarcastic. I’m open to discuss anything at all, and am curious about a lot too. I don’t turn up my nose to anything until I learn enough about it to make an informed decision. I also prefer direct, brutal truth over "white lies" or dancing around the subject. As the saying goes, I'd rather be hurt with the truth, than led with a lie. So, go ahead, say what you’re going to say. I’ll talk with you about it honestly, and directly.
I am also one who believes quite strongly in the idea that actions speak much louder than words. I have known many people in my life that say what the believe they are, and what they wish others to think of them. However, what they actually do, and how they treat others speaks much more loudly as to who they actually are. In the end, it is those actions that matter most.
There is a fishing memory of mine I am thinking of, and given the nature of this site, perhaps it is appropriate.
There was a place my father took us fishing every year for spring break. It was a trout fishing ranch. It was fairly easy to catch fish, as they kept the stream well stocked, and they charged you by the pound for what you caught.
There was a deep hole down the stream, near the 2nd dam at the end of the property. Over the years, there would be a few smart trout that learned how to hide well in there, and grew to be huge in size.
At the time of my memory, there was one trout in there that had grown to be over 7 pounds, which is extremely large for a Rainbow Trout. Everyone wanted to be the one to catch it, but it was no easy task. Those few that were able to get the Trout to bite, often found their line to snap when it gave a good tug. The owners of the ranch were well aware of this fact too. So, they being good business people themselves, made sure to stock that hole well with many smaller fish that were a lot faster to bite. As you paid for what you caught by the pound, and releasing was against the rules, many, many people came out of there with stringers full of small fish that boosted profits handsomely.
The moral of it all? There are fish of worth out there. They can be found, and they are available. But, they are not always easy to find. One must fish in earnest, and have to be patient enough to know that there will be a lot of bites on the line that are not what they were looking for. But, with enough experience, patience, knowledge, and earnest, finding what it is you seek is very much possible. But, if you treat the situation like you will never get what you seek, or that the whole process is a joke, why bother try in earnest? Then you will always go home empty handed, for not even the little fish will be reeled in to shore.
Something to think about?