It is Tuesday morning. I have not opened the front door yet. "I", has not opted to go out . She lies in the big chair here in the dining room. Waiting to see what goodies I will give her. She loves a early morning snack. When I step out of bed in the morning, even if its three. She is up with me. When I lay at night. She is with me. My shadow. I love this dog.
If I have accomplished anything in this lifetime, its that I have gave people much fuel for conversation. Hey, don't laugh, its not easy always having to do something dumb so people have something to talk about. Being a tad bit off the beaten path I feel it falls to me to make sure they have stuff to chat about.
It's always been my attitude, clothes, hair or erratic behavior. The Emperor thinks I talk to loud or too low. The Emperor talks about my voice as he mutters to himself. He may have to talk to himself to talk about me. But he does what he has to do.
I have never dressed the way I was suppose too. I know I have written about that before on here. My age and my clothes never match the way people think they should. I love clothes. I love pretty clothes. When I see something pretty I want it. I want to wear it. It doesn't matter if it is age appropriate I know the day will come when the Shady Tree Home will come for me. They will probably dress me in nothing but Polyester. Oh, no, a fate worse than death. But I guarantee I will give them a run for their money.
Many things people say I have done. I have done. Many things people say I have done. I have not done. But I never deny. Because I learned a long time ago, if people want to believe something they are going too. so why get all upset and try to make them think different. It won't work anyway.
I have never fit into the hole people have at times thought I should. To be truthful, I have never wanted too. Some people are happy being a carbon copy. To fit in and not make waves. That I am afraid is not for me. My clothes have always been what I wanted. At least once I was old enough to buy my own. From my hair to my attuide, to me in general. I have walked the path I chose. I think different is cool. Others don't. But one thing I know I need to work on is aceppting those who choose to stay on the beaten path. The "Robert Frost," poem. The path less traveled. That would be me, talking to myself, my hair chopped off and in a odd hue. Happily skipping down that less traveled path. For the most part I am happy. I surely hope you are too.
So I have learned over the years just to take everything with a grain of salt. If you see me dancing through a store, if you hear me yacking a hundred miles an hour. That's me okay. My hair will be goodness only knows what color. And I could be wearing a short skirt or maybe one down to my ankles. Its really hard to tell. So if you are looking for someone to have a conversation about, use me. I really don't mind. But please lets keep it interesting. I sure don't want to be dull.So I will drift out into the wide scopes of Blogland. So for now, I'm outta here.
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