All that Glitters is Golden

I know that the majority of the 'crabs' in  my life don't even read this blog...but when and if they ever do...

You're all being picked off one by one out of there...out of my bucket, out of my life in any capacity other than a mere 'aquaintance' at best...

For those of you who may not be familiar with this little story...

You see...and I am repeating this as it was told/explained to me...

Whenever you have a bucket, with a crab in it (that me (or you possibly), then that crab can get out of the bucket if he/she so chooses...go upward and onward to new things and new heights!

However, you add a bunch of other crabs in the bucket with you, and try and get out; just try it...every single time, one of the other crabs or more than one of them will reach up and bring you back in...you won't ever get out (or up) with a bunch of crabs always bringing you down...

I'm just about down to my last couple of crabs I think...