One day I realized I wasn’t quite the same as most folks around me.
I knew stuff, saw stuff, heard stuff they didn’t know or see or hear.
Wasn’t everyone the same?
It took awhile to stop, you know, dressing for success.
Longer to realize I wouldn’t perish under a bridge.
And I took quite a big step in declaring I like my coffee black.
Of course, then there was this little matter of the
knowing•seeing•hearing thing to sort out.
So I did that. Lots of that.
And am still doing that…will probably always be doing that.
And there you have it.