I have been on record for saying “Trust No One.”  I have been burned too many times.  Trust is not something that should be handed out like a flyer when you exit the flea market.  Trust is earned and cannot be for sale.  I have learned that people will use you for their own satisfaction.  That will never happen to me again.  I won’t allow it.

I don’t need a stranger knocking on my door with a bowl of potato salad.  I don’t want to go to the neighborhood block party.  I want to be left alone so I decided to purchase an eye patch.

For fifteen bucks I think I have found the secret to being ignored.  No one wants to approach the guy with the eye patch.  There is an immediate sense of danger and apprehension attached to anyone that wears the aforementioned patch.  What happened?  Is he a pirate?  Does he own a parrot?  Is that leg made of wood?  The questions are endless.

Anything that insures privacy is a good thing.  I find an eye patch to be much more effective than a “Beware of the Dog” sign.  It’s two bucks at K-Mart and doesn’t release my fear factor.  So if you see me around town, I’ll be wearing my patch and more than likely sitting in the corner of the room with my eye (notice how it’s not plural?) locked on the entrance.  Knowledge is power.