the thing about getting better is that now i have to start accounting for what i do and say and get out of bed because i'm not sick i'm just depressed.
i never felt like i fit until i started being everyone's best friend. i crash coursed myself into the center of things without ever actually feeling comfortable and accepted and exhaling. if i had sat still i would have noticed that i still didn't match anyone. and i probably never will.
especially now that i add all these hyphenates to myself. girl-waitress-DJ-writer-singer-...cancer survivor... mother. and not just any mother, Max's mother. so just when i was almost convinced i was like anyone, that my fur might fit in with a pack,
... i realize i am luminous. sticking out like a sore thumb again.
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ReplyDeleteWhy would you ever want to fit in? You are so much more real!!!! I agree with luminous, not with sore thumb. You're the bomb, deal with it!)
When do you want to come on the radio?!?!?! I promise you will have fun. Tell me when you're free, any time !
Luv,
Smog
Assimilation is futile to misquote Star Trek: Next Generation. Fitting in is not something that Dad did well either. And thank God!!!!!!!! You are a joy and a wonder. Celebrate that wonder always. Huge hugs! Your New Jersey sister, La
ReplyDeletebut this is the part of you that I've always loved most.
ReplyDeletesincerely,
h.
Its why you and I are so perfect for one another. Neither one of us fits in with anyone, so we fit in with each other.
ReplyDeleteWhat's wrong with hyphens?
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