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Day 100: I know what some people are saying, but frankly I don't care. If it bothered you that much, you always had the choice not to read it. Others have commented from the beginning that this wouldn't last until the end. That I'd run out of things to talk about or things to bitch about or things to praise, but I'm not even close.

I would like to thank anyone who made a serious comment either publicly or privately and I will say this. I learned that despite all of us thinking we're individuals who live life the way we want and answer to no one, I do actually find it disheartening that so many people who agreed or viewed things my way, especially those things that go against society's norms, felt they had to agree with my privately. I'm not knocking them at all, but knocking anyone who would condemn someone for speaking their mind, simply because it isn't the way they think.

During this time, I came to the decision to move out of Westchester, although this daily post had nothing at all to do with it. I mention this, because I truly see how little I fit in, even after spending two-thirds of my life there. I just find it odd that so many more people who are not from where I live felt the need to comment and much more positively. They saw things, the people who physically see me all the time had missed. Without getting into any mud slinging, that is something that has always bothered me about "my town." People so involved in other people's business, but never really seeing what they are going through or listening to what they are truly saying.  I've also found during this, that a lot more people who I believed to be planted are looking for an escape. Truly eye opening.

The one thing that this has also taught me is that there are so many people who I see on here and even speak to all the time, that I know nothing about in terms of their likes and dislikes. I know what their kids are doing this summer and I know where they work, but I don't know what their favorite flavor ice cream or their least favorite fruit. I don't know if we have movies we appreciate in common and I don't know if they like museums. I have learned that some people are pretty decent photographers and I want to know where is there favorite photo from. I love discussing food and want to know what their favorite food is and where they had their greatest meal. I want to know everyone's favorite movie or least favorite. I want to know that one movie that they love and don't care who knows it. 

So this might be my next project, but definitely not with the same determination and also, sadly, because I'd have to count on others to keep it going and I know from the past, that whenever I ask a question of others, unless I add some tale of woe about myself, it is ignored. We'll see.

I know at times, I've crossed the line and made obvious who I was using as an example and for that I apologize. I promised not to single anyone out and I tried my hardest to stick to that. I've tried nothing more than to talk about things that I believe people should discuss, change, make better, do more or less of or stop doing altogether. As I stated when I started, it was my answer to the monotonous and in my mind fabricated and painfully repetitive Hundred days of happiness and the more grotesquely misnamed, Random Acts of Kindness. These are my opinions, but I always try to base it more on facts, experience and my knowledge of other people's pasts. I'm not always right and despite what you might think, I am the first to admit that; well, at least second. I simply wanted to have a bit of reality check on here. If I failed, so be it.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to read and even more to those who commented  and told me yay or nay. I do apologize for the times people wanted to comment, but the comments posted there before them were insulting and you didn't want to interfere. As I explained, those people are also my friends and I appreciate them, even if nothing does ever seem serious. As I've explained to you that have inquired, they are good people, who behind the scenes have reached out ten times more than some that I call my closest friends. To those people too, I thank you.

Well, it goes out like a whimper, with no angry diatribe or raving about this wrong and that wrong and how to make it better. Nope, it just goes out with me saying thanks over and over to the handful who call me a friend and read it because of that and that alone. Thanks! #100DaysOfHopper fin

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