I don’t have to be liked by everyone, certain people don’t like me, I don’t like certain people. However, I do try and live an enemy free life, keeps the drama level low. Unfortunately after two years of disagreements I have to concede that my right should is my arch-enemy. The motherfucker just does not want to let me do things I want to do, and I don’t see what it’s getting out of it. Maybe it’s lazy, it is pushing me towards a more sedintary life, free of swimming, throwing footballs and swinging my arms in a windmill like fashion for extended periods of time.
Once I have school out of the way I think I’ll work on a plan to really get back at my right shoulder. Right now, it’s trying to get me to stop typing this.