Misunderstood

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Originally posted 4/17/2009  

Current mood:  inspired

I am deeply in love and a chronic (long term) commitment-phobe. I'm the introverted extrovert. I'm the scared skinny girl in the cheerful chubby girl's body. I'm imperfect but the best I can possibly be right now. I'm the lover and the fighter. I'm the tree-hugging peace-lover prepared for war. I'm the animal-loving meat-eater. I am the polite yet passionate protester. I posses youthful maturity beyond my years. I see the happy and the sad. I understand the good and the bad. I have innocently dirty thoughts, I'm the virtuous naughty girl.  I don't want to be touched, I want to be held, tightly. I am traditional and progressive. I'm the old fashioned new waver, the prim & proper punk rocker. I am chronically confused...but with perfect clarity. I'm tough and timid. I go full throttle and stop suddenly. I am the quiet screamer, the loud wall-flower. I'm the serious class clown. I feel joyfully sad and sorrowfully glad. I am publicly private and privately public. I don't care what anyone thinks of me but don't want to be hated. I have so much I want to give but I'm afraid to give it.  I am the stoic drama queen and the childless mother. I sometimes love hate and hate love. I want to be the enigma that's understood. I want to be the famous recluse. I'm relatable royalty, the unknown celebrity, the important nobody. I am the homely attractive chick, the beautiful ugly duckling...♥

I could go on all day like this but I've gone on long enough. And as you read my writings here, worry not my sweet. I'm not teetering on the edge  of a mental breakdown nor am I on the verge of a psychotic break.  I'm just understandably misunderstood. But I have hope. I am not discouraged because I know, if no one else does, that my 'confusing', convoluted ramblings make perfect sense...but only to those that truly want to understand. And those that don't want to understand, don't warrant serious attention, time or consideration anyway...no skin off my elegantly prominent nose.