Who I want to tell you that I am...

I want to tell you about myself…But then you would know me and I may distress you…or you might think you know me ,and then in future blogs I may disappoint you. Hmmmmm, I think I will merely be a shadow of a thought for you. A shadow that you can’t quite see, yet you absolutely know that I am real. My thoughts may entice you to anger or bestow you abandoned delight. My thoughts may simply amuse you or they might make you think. I do however promise that you won’t be bored. Unless you don’t like to think in which case you need to scurry on to a more palatable blog. I am thought to be many ,many things….but boring will never be said of me. Secondly it may help you to know that I don’t readily think like most other people. I do not say that arrogantly. Many times I wish that I did fit better into the norm way of thinking. I think I could become very comfortable and free, happy in my own skin sort of way of being. Instead of always having to explain myself to others in such great detail that I begin to bore myself. Either get me or go away. I don’t really have the time or the energy to spoon feed simplistic wonderments. You bore me! how bout that. Some people like to put labels on my way of thinking…I won’t bore you with the details of that little game. But I warn you there will definitely be times that you ache to bring me some lithium…or some anti -psychotics…don’t bother…I wouldn’t take it!
Like Alice who has certainly fallen into the rabbit hole we should dive in head first.
Let me begin by telling you that I have a prolific mind. My mother used to tell me just stop talking and write it down, so I can read it later. I had to many thoughts and I made her head hurt from listening to my endless talking. So I write, and I write a lot. My need to share my ideas. It comes from that very moment in my mothers kitchen when she told me to write it down. What she implied by her statement was not that I should write, it was that I should just be quite a minute so she could mash the potatoes, and not wonder with me about why the rainbow began its color scheme easily instead of pounding our mind with its abrupt appearance. The colors just sort of fade into themselves….
Finding the beauty in all around me has been a battle I like to explore. Even the ugliest event, if taken under intelligent consideration can become beauty if we coax it long enough.
enlightened reasoning is the cornerstone to which I live and breath. I cannot abide in simplistic for to long or I really do go mad. Madness is a delicate balance between knowing your reasoning is odd and believing it to matter to those your destined to interact with.