This morning as I observe others and consider my history I try to think back to discover the event that messed me up. Seriously...
Once, as a small toddler I took a nap in the lower deck of an old boat. They tell me (since I don’t remember) that I partially was gassed by the exhaust of the boats motors. I was revived by guzzling Mountain Dew which caused me to burp... ?
This is the only story I’ve ever heard about my childhood that might possibly explain my mental abnormality. I blame heredity although my brother was more normal... Regardless, my life has been abnormal, strange, and generally weird.
I reckon most ‘normal’ people learned life lessons quicker than I did. Nevertheless, I am peculiar.
I have never received psychiatric care. I believe this can be explained by my natural tendency toward introversion. I learned early in life to keep quiet and keep my thoughts to myself.
Steemit thereby has become therapeutic. I can disclose my personal level of strangeness without fear of tight white jackets and confinement within rubber rooms.
I frequently reach this conclusion when I start with ‘why’ questions. I doubt if many normal people would be content to live as I do. So when I find myself walking around in mental circles, I relate to old movie scenes where restrained inmates attempt to eat their checkers.
I may be crazy. I see the signs. I keep them hidden as much as possible.
Here are today’s beauties.
