If you have been following my blog for a while, you already know it’s a bit mad. I’m not crazy. I’m eccentric. Odd. Abnormal. Exotic. Hard to figure out. At least these are words that I have heard from others, throughout my life.
I couldn’t agree more! I live not in a white or black world. I live in the gray area of my brain. Where… all matters are pondered.
I’m definitely an over thinker. I love solitude. But I get lonely sometimes.
My music collection is huge, and includes everything from Jack Johnson to Pantara. I try to keep politics and entertainment separate. For a long time, I was so depressed I couldn’t stand to listen to music.
Not anymore. After I kicked my ex fiance out of the house, the atmosphere lifted. The darkness crumbled away and I started to listen to music again. I started singing and dancing around the house, like I did years before. I learned to enjoy sobriety.
I am weird and that’s okay. I would rather be hard to read than to be ‘normal’. What is normal anyway? VANILLA.
I don’t want to be vanilla. I want to be sherbert, rainbow colored. Uniquely human.
So, if you are wondering how to figure out what I am trying to tell you, know that you are not alone. It’s okay if I get things wrong. Like, no… Billie Eilish DID NOT see my comment like I thought. 🤣
It’s okay. I am even more humbled that I actually thought Billie Eilish would take a moment out of her insane schedule to view my comment. 😳🤣 You learn something new every day, right? Noteworthy: Your comment will always be the top comment on YouTube. 😂I like that I can laugh at myself for my own stupidity. I can’t help but to live in the gray area.
One day you might see a sleek poem, like, The Posh Englishman. The next day, I could be posting about seeing Kobe Bryant’s daughter post death, which I saw, in a vision… before anyone else knew who else was in that plane… before I even knew Kobe had children. I asked my son, why am I seeing a little girl? Does he have a little girl? My son quickly looked the information up on the internet and saw that he had 4 daughters. Still, no news had been released about her being in the crash. I also got a G name… and it was Gianna who I saw in my mind.
Sound crazy? I know. I don’t even believe this! I honestly wish ghosts would show themselves. They like to hang around me and put visions of their last moments into my mind, but is it just dumb luck? Like, I am shook.
I don’t follow basketball and I knew nothing about this man… so how did I know Gianna was with Kobe?
Any psychic people out there? Please help me. I am living in the gray matter and I need your support.
I hate the KNOWING. I posted The Knowing, a day before anyone else knew that we were going to send a drone up someone’s 🐎. I don’t know what to think about the knowing.
Here I tried to explain myself and made a mess of the whole thing. So gray! No matter.
Have a great day.
The Mad Chatter