I know, I know, I've written it all before. ðŧ Hey, I'm not trying to sound elitist or superior but I just don't see life the way most people do. ðĪ My strange inner turmoil seems to set me apart too. ðū My approach to certain issues is sometimes off the beaten path and clearly, that's not necessarily a good thing. ð I'm always touting how I've learned to embrace my inner weirdness and while that's true most times, other times my "colorful uniqueNess" makes me feel alone and isolated. ☹ My 'alternate' view of The Universe can make me feel quite lonely too, even if I'm surrounded by loving people. ðĨ° I'm not asking for anyone to UNDERSTAND me (that'd be too tall an order anyway), just APPRECIATE me. But then again, how can ask anyone to appreciate me when, on a day like today, I don't even appreciate myself? (Boo whoo whoo...ðĨ...waah waah waah! ðķ Baby want bottle! ðž) Look, I'm no poser. I'm not trying to be the weird chick (like so many do), I AM the weird chick. A bona fide original. ðĪŠ Being different can be cool but it also comes at a high price when you add "relationships" to the soup. ð Emotional eccentricity certainly takes it's toll on me and those I care about BUT I'm noticing that those that truly care about me, never really ever go away. ☺ Thank goodness for that! ððū In these last few months, relationship-wise; I've stepped away from a few, re-confirmed a few and burned a couple down to the ground in smoldering ashes. ðĨ Oh well, I need to do whatever is necessary to get myself back into a good place again and to that end, there will inevitably be causalities. ðĩ Afterwards, I'll spread my love to the world again. ð C'est la vie, it's the circle of life. ð Moving on...ð
Okay, okay, enough with the whoa is weird me crap.
Let me end this with an absolutely true story of how my day began today. ð Still dark outside, I see a really weird shaped creature kinda scurrying around in tight little circles in my front yard and driveway. ð With my truck door open, ready to jump inside should the mysterious monster suddenly charge at me, I stood there for several seconds trying to figure out what it was.
My yard is pretty big but so was the animal. I squint my eyes, struggling to see through the darkness to make it out but I just couldn't. ð§ Perplexed, I whisper to myself; "Is that a dog? No wait, maybe it's a wild cat. No, no, it's kinda shaped like a pig. WTH?!" ðģ Finally, I get in my truck, put my headlights on and slowly drive up next to it. It was a gigantic, albino armadillo! ðĪ (Non-Texans, Google it.) I'd seen big armadillos before but never one that big. And before this day, I'd never even seen a white armadillo in a picture, let alone my own yard. ðĪŊ As I stared at the stunningly irregular animal from the safety of my truck, it slowly scurried off into the wooded area between my house and my neighbors'. Wow, if I never get the honor of seeing that beautiful creature again, I will forever appreciate our few seconds together in the dark hours of the early morning. ðŠ After so many restless nights of depression, I drove to work this morning thinking that remarkable reptile was one of the coolest things I'd ever seen. (Yes, I know armadillos are actually mammals but "remarkable mammal" didn't have the same ring to it.
) Not only that, I knew it was a clear message from God, reiterating that I should be proud of that which makes me unique.
I should continue to appreciate all the things that un-evolved people don't. ð I should honor my special invitation to see the secret parts of The Big Picture because others can't. ðž And no matter how much it hurts sometimes, I should be grateful that I'm not a cookie-cutter person with cookie-cutter views and cookie-cutter emotions.
I am different. ðĨļ I am exciting. ð I am the colorful alternative to boring old generic...and anyone that can't appreciate that, can scurry off into the woods and never be heard from again.
Amen.~
°The Eccentric End°
My Muse:
(Gorgeous and splendidly unique.)
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