Where to start....
A "recluse" is what they call me. You would think comments like that would bother me, but it comes off more as a compliment. I've trained myself to adapt to being alone for long periods of time. Now you think also, "why that is a sad way to live life", but its not. The people who fall hard usually are tortured by this lonliness. Yet I just sit back and relax.
I AM human. But I'm just better prepared.
"Practice makes perfect."
I've had close relationships with others. But it's hard to say which ones were really worth it in the long run. And which ones are sincere. I try not to depend on these "graceful beings" as I would call them. Because they think their shit don't stink. And I see those "beings" fall long and hard into a painful abyss. I don't want to be featured as the latest kill like one of them. I'm not feature material. I'm the "recluse" remember?
But since I am still human I do get caught up in the usual. Emotions mostly. My favorites have to be calm, passionate, tired, lonesome, enthusiastic, quirky, depressed.
These favor to me because they are me.
I hate to say I'm anything but myself, but it's like a compilation.
A little bit of everything to make something as good as me.
Who would of guessed its as easy as a recipe.
A quart of dry humor,
2 cups of adoration,
1 tsp of charm,
3 dashes of intellegence,
and coat it with a smile.
Does that sound about right?
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oh melody. you are such an intelluctual. :]
ReplyDeletei look at you the same way you see yourself.
psst... blogspot is our little secret. i dont want everyone and there mother to get one.