forgetful

i do forget the good things sometimes - and there are quite a few good things.

will work to remember them and not let past experiences sully current events.

i am what i am

i'd rather be considered weird by a few than change my personality completely to conform to a norm that is not my own.

everyone has their own weirdness and eccentricities...thankfully, God has made groups of people who embrace and enjoy the company of various levels and types of different behavior. And to us, we define 'normal'.

We all have our own group of misfits that sing to the same tune and dance in the same psychedelic pot-filled drum circle, jumping and spinning, eyes-closed as we listen to the beat, our bare feet pounding the dirty beach sand in unison.

and this is normal to me.
and this is real.
and this is love, understanding and truth.

i love my misfits.

what is this?

arguments and criticisms swirl the phone lines of our long-distance romance.

is this the way it's supposed to be?

i love his sweetness and genuine nature but other times i feel suffocated, losing myself in the critical comments and constant corrections of my opinions, my lifestyle, and worst of all, my grammar, which i foresee as flawless.

is this the way it's supposed to be?

i want to be adored. and understood. and loved!!!!

Aristophanes once said that our ancestors were 4 armed, 2 headed creatures full of pride due to their perfect pairings. Zeus cut them in half to reduce this pride, and thus, since this split, we are all constantly looking for our 2nd half. Unfortunately, hardly anyone ever truly finds this real 2nd half...and thus we keep trying to fit ourselves (successfully and sometimes, unsuccessfully) with other halfs in order to find that half that cleanly connects to our puzzled edges.

sometimes i feel as if i am smashing my edges against yours hoping that i can force a facetious fit.

other times i am hoping i can mold our edged puzzled pieces to connect beautifully.

let's see.