Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
Judging by my event calendar, I interact with a vastly different people every day.
Most people are always lovely and polite
some with crude jokes … accept me as quirky, slightly eccentric, creative, somewhat intelligent who needs a serious fashion intervention. They point and laugh with me when I do something stupid often but the real ones help me clear up my mess and suggest lipstick.
Others find that the Wench is just too much usually woman. For instance, does this woman EVER stop talking!!! She’s just overwhelming with the purple hair and the porn nails. Does she not know you should not wear flip flops to every occasion?
They don’t bother looking further than the loud, tattooed personality that comes with huge laughter and deep sobbing pain. Shame. Their live will be poorer for it. Probably also more silent. Bless.
Sometimes I am not sure who fits into which category. If the world is but a stage, some people should honestly just play the part as the pot plant. No glitter for them. No exit stage left.
Thankfully just when I think we may have to stage an intervention, I find sincere and true as a nun prayer for the Von Trapp family friends, who will take my call at 3pm. Especially as we know I detest speaking on the phone.
I just wanted to say THANK you for seeing value in me. My abilities, strengths, my talents, as well as my weaknesses emotionally physically & bonkers. You let my work speak for itself. You are working with me out of choice as I am a freelance Social Media Diva & Blogger. You choose me to help develop your naked vision. I am honoured.
To be accepted just as you are… Without the dame’s stage makeup in the pantomime, an outfit from Doobie BOOBIES and a script that may sometimes resemble the #DoubleBass because I’m very exotic that way… is quite the achievement for a little one girl who owned red tap shoes when she dreamed of being Judy Garland. Sigh. I love you very much and I am grateful.
What we can learn from this entry is that I am an observer in my madness. I see you, when you don’t see me. I’m a sentimental fool who may have been a gay man in my previous life attracted to bears.
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