I live here I know what the street looks like

I am perplexed as of late. I look at my life and for the most part I do not have any regrets about the choices I have made and would probably make them all again. I made choices because at that time in my life it was what I wanted and justified all of it.

The things that perplex me are the thing in my life which effect me but I was not part of the choice. It is frustrating because it effects that choices that I can make from that point on.

I wonder too why people think the things that they do about me. I hear them and I try to understand why… what have I done to deserve this or that label.

Some I understand I really do others I don’t

I am imperfect but I am me

I wonder why does it matter that I have long hair and tattoos does that some how make me less of a person that the person who doesn’t

Because I feel that it’s important to be honest even if the truth is not what the other person wants or even needs to hear.

Does it make me strange or weird that I like different things than most people?

I think it just makes me, me and not you

I don’t like that no matter where you are, basically it’s all the same. We live in the homogenized plastic world where everyone is starting to think look talk and act the same. We insist to do any work you have to be pidgin holed into some mold and nothing else is acceptable. That may be true with heart surgery but does it really matter with problem solving? Helping in a non-clinical setting.

The constant insisting and limiting and molding everything to be the same we slow die

And to quote Hancock .. “you all do you and I’ll do me… K”


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,