I feel like I should open with a joke...just to set apart those that relate and those that do not.
About Me.. I often get asked, why am I here, that I don´t fit in etc. Answer to that is I just am, until I run out.
Out of time
out of patience
just OUT.
I log in at odd hours. I read peoples "about me" - I rarely engage in conversations. I don´t think I´v lost my sense of wonder, I´v just become a lot less impressed with everything and everyone. However, I do fall in love at times, but I won´t tell you, because It´ll pass like a hot New York minute. Regardless, there is a reason to smile.
Music is my air---music is on from the minute I wake up to the minute I fall asleep. You know the sound of silence? I don´t.
I sometimes speak in riddles, answer questions with questions- I don´t mean to be difficult. I never mean to be mean.In fact, I´m much nicer to people than they are to me.
I´m honest and I´m always on time.
I love to be alone. I´m never lonely.
I´m not materialistic, everything that I own fits in one bag. Lucky for those that clean up after my death some day.
I´ll make a lovely corpse one day for sure. Getting morbid? I won´t go there today-
My life in general is ..jazz. From the point of boredom to the wild rides.
My mind wonders. My imagination is wild. I´m creative. When I care about someone, its forever.
I have many flaws. Perfection is a myth.




A simple truth to remember... By Mark MANSON. And I quote "My recommendation: don’t be special; don’t be unique. Redefine your metrics in mundane and broad ways. Choose to measure yourself not as a rising star or an undiscovered genius. Choose to measure yourself not as some horrible victim or dismal failure. Instead, measure yourself by more mundane identities: a student, a partner, a friend, a creator.
The narrower and rarer the identity you choose for yourself, the more everything will seem to threaten you. For that reason, define yourself in the simplest and most ordinary ways possible.This often means giving up some grandiose ideas about yourself: that you’re uniquely intelligent, or spectacularly talented, or intimidatingly attractive, or especially victimized in ways other people could never imagine. This means giving up your sense of entitlement and your belief that you’re somehow owed something by this world."




HE WROTE:

We often surf the web much like we drive. Let our sub conscious take over until auto pilot gets us to our destination then bam all of a sudden you're sitting in your driveway like what the fuck did I do for the past 20 minutes. Well here I sit in the driveway drawn by the universe somehow to this bizarre validation hub , which I'm still deciphering if it's incredibly entertaining or brutally depressing. Listening to the music play compelled to keep the endangered golden truth from becoming extinct. Trying to the best of my self control to not become resentful of your physical characteristics which are so routinely praised and pedestalled that the real treasure is left by the wayside. The best hiding place is in plain sight, I just hope you haven't forgotten how rich you really are. No matter how highlighted, praised, and worshipped your surface, don't ever sell out and become satisfied with such basic shit. It would be a shame, a straight tragedy for such beauty to go unnoticed, disregarded, or unappreciated. As soon as I saw Hunter S Thompson and Charles Bukowski side by side the picture of the forest through the trees was drawn with such passion saturated realness right there in front of me. Leaving me grasping for words to do what I see justice but I'm not sure satisfactory words exist, at least to me they don't I just hope at the very least this brings you into the moment and you appreciate you more fully, if only for a second or two. Stay golden pony girl."The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it basically because you feel good, very good when you are near or with them." It's a tiny bit of comfort amongst the chaos being reminded you're not alone every now and again..