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When people don't know the whole story, they assume. They take the side that they heard, which is almost always not the whole story -- or just assume that they know one side, and just stick with it. One minute you're cordial with a person, the next (when they think they know what happened) that person's a total (judging) stranger.

Perhaps we cannot take away the judging nature of people we really do not know as friends. Even if they're our friends, we can't stop them from judging you for who they think you are. And when strangers start looking at you and judging you for who they perceive you to be, then you've got yourself something hard to lose -- a reputation.

It's not easy reinventing yourself -- and even if you become successful in doing so, it's harder to shed a reputation than your clothes while you're on stage delivering a speech. When people think you're a bad person, it's hard convincing them that you're not even if you try really hard. You have to resort to different tactics of going about things -- and sometimes they don't work.

I for one have given up trying to lose the reputation(s) I've put up, built up, and aquired for a while. I used to live up to what people thought I was -- good or bad. If they thought I was a bad man, I looked and played the part. If they thought I was a know-it-all, I looked and played the part. When I meet someone who thought I was suplado or antipatiko then I became one. I used to be so affected by what people thought of me, that I did whatever I thought I should do to live up to it. But now, I choose to live the way I want to and the way I think I should.

And now, I choose to follow the Lord.

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I have started developing an application for the Palm OS (specifically for the Treo 650) -- and I just love it!

CHill!

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