Thursday, September 11, 2014

My Weird Transcends...

My weird transcends cultures, languages...

I am not normal. I know this. But to be treated exactly the same by different persons raised in different, countries, under different norms, speaking different languages makes me sad.

Maybe I notice because I'm too self-absorbed one might say. But what else would be expected of someone who really doesn't speak to anyone. It'd be plausible that such a person notices that a room goes silent upon my entrance, or that it doesn't but that my remarks go answered, and ,my statements...misunderstood.

I can't wait to meet weird people across the boundaries mentioned. Sigh. I can pretend to be normal carry on conversations a little closer to the normal people, but that requires a large amount of filtering I don't intend to do if I'm allowing you to be yourself, and calling you a friend. What's the point?

I don't know if I should be happy to know this before visiting other places...or if I would've been happier living in blissful ignorance longer.

And still...I don't wish to be normal..because I trully like me. :)

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Thanks. Danke. Grazie. Gracias.