I get that, a lot. Somedays it's a pity party, and somedays I'm just angry. The rest are, uneventful, boring, dull. I bear with them and they put up with me.
I genuinely try and embrace the world. But it seems I have too much spirit(for want of a better word). FYI, this is old school usage of the word spirit. Just so you know what I mean. Some people just aren't the ones to put with society and its crass, cruel rules. gypsies by nature, always wandering, and searching.
That means, All this, inability to settle for anything in general, is my problem. I can do a lot of things, but I prefer to experience it, rather than run through everything, and forget all of it and remember little nothings.
Its hard to come to terms with the fact that, I am the only one of my kind I know. No m not a blue colored alien, and nor am I a budding, Dexterian Psychopath.
I am just a little lost, a little bewildered, and a little perplexed.
I am a wanderer, and a rebel. Its just not been easy to accept, the reality as it is.
Classic case of living upto 'normal' expectations.
Now that I know What I am, where Do I head from here?
There is the road well travelled, and then there's the road less travelled.
How do you go about the road not taken at all!!!
