Maybe I’ve mentioned this before but I’m kind of terrified of everything. Not perpetually or even constantly, but, for whatever reason, I am the thinnest skinned tomato I’ve ever met. And boy has this caused me trouble. Not because I don’t appreciate the grandeur of all that exists around me, because I do, but because I frequently stew in the future and all that might happen there. I’ve gotten so used to this, it is simply a part of me. The world and people around me haven’t come so far. Regardless, I go and I do and see and I experience and I gasp and I weep with joy and I, when I’m not quite up to snuff, say to myself “the sheer of that cliff is so steep that I’d like to go have a soda” and regardless of what others say, gosh darn dammit, that’s what I do.
I’ve tried everything to wish my quirks and fears away and I’ve come to the place where I have, for the most part, settled down with them as if they are thorny little gremlins that come to goose me every now and again and because there is nothing that I can say or do to get rid of the last of them forever I’ve finally decided that they’re kind of cute.
You’re Not Weird, You’re You,
Big Bad Mama Go-On-Witcher-Wacky-Ol’-Self