It is eleven minutes past twelve midnight. I am here alone
sitting on my couch. I am not alone in the sense that I live alone. I have
family. I am probably the lone wolf, the one not talked about. I understand this. They do not mean me harm
but it is all because they do not understand me.
Yes. It is as simple as that. I work differently to others. What strikes
others may not have an effect on me, yet something such as a word or a thought
might send me into a spiral. I will not ever explain to those close to me how I
work. Do not get me wrong, I have tried. They are all amazing to me and for me.
I need outlets that others do not. I can drink some wine or
other alcohol beverage and I see stories, fantasies that others want to share
yet unless we are in the same stratosphere, all is lost.
Do not get me wrong. I am on no account saying that alcohol is
needed for what I am endorsing. I am saying that your opinion is so different
from others that you must take a step back and read. Read what is put in front
of you and think.
Think what is being said, it may not be what you want to
hear, but it may be the thing you wanted to read, or as they say, it may be the
RIGHT thing you needed to hear.But you cannot be seen to agrree with. Is it an alien being or a washed up remains on a local strand?
Whatever, be safe and be that friend that others need.
