Quirky

If thoughts could be prosecuted by a court of law, then I would be serving a life sentence.  Honestly, I don’t think I would be alone.    There was a time during Brian’s active drinking where I contemplated smothering him with a pillow, but I was reminded that no man is worth going to jail over, and so, I allowed him to live.  Funny, I don’t remember him thanking me for sparing his life.   Oh well, maybe it’s just an underlying gratitude.

So, through the ebbs and flows of my warped perception, my thought process isn’t a reliable narrator for what is my true reality.    Maybe because I am a writer, my thoughts are more embellished and colorful.  Or, quite possibly, I am a loon.   I waver between the islands of cray cray and semi-sane.   We all float that way.    It doesn’t define who we are, but makes us more interesting and in my case, entertaining.   Not necessarily to others, but I entertain myself quite a bit.  Sometimes me, myself, and I resemble the Three Stooges except we are much cuter than they were.

All in all, I need to embrace the blanket of quirkiness that envelopes me.    I am not perfect.  I am not completely sane.  However, I am doing the very best that I can and honestly, so is everyone else.