Are you wondering about the Cranky Crank mentioned in the header? Yep, it's me.
I was born a cynic and my Dad, who was the original Cranky Crank, didn't help me to like the world any more.
Don't get me wrong... I've got a big heart and I love humanity. It's just the people separated from the group that I don't deal well with. Out of a group of, say, ten, there are only two or three that make sense to me. Yikes. That can make life difficult.
Since I lack impulse control, talk really loud and, most problematic, tell the truth, I can cannonball  relationships without even realizing it.
So... I negotiate life as Cranky Crank, trying to get by... and be happy... in a world I am often at odds with. I don't feel sorry for myself -- sometimes it's even fun to be the weirdo in the room.
I have found, however, that the best way for me to negotiate my world is with humor.
If I act like I don't like you, it's probably true -- but don't take it personally, because it's me, not you. If I tease you and make fun, that means I like you, so please don't get mad. Truly, it's a compliment. And I laugh at myself, too (how could I not).
I have no idea what I am doing starting this blog but I promise this is the last post in which I contemplate my life. But the next one is a mystery to me; I hope you'll join me and help me piece together the blogging puzzle.