Too much influx...
There are so many people telling me what I should do, what I should be and most priceless how I should feel.
It's fabulous, if you are in their shoes. I think in their minds they are saving me.
No. They are trying to change me...to their standards.
I am NEVER going to be normal. I like that I'm not. So what the fuck is the problem?
"India, your'e weird." people say...a lot.
My response..."Yeah...and your point is?"
They can never actually answer this question. I get the sputters of "Well..you know India...you're just weird."
My response..."Haven't we covered this already?"
People assume things about another person. Not fair. I've done it...I'm no angel. I learned though, you never know what a person really is or what they are thinking.
I've learned that when people say shit like that to me...it means they envy me. They can't be weird.
I love it.
It's fabulous, if you are in their shoes. I think in their minds they are saving me.
No. They are trying to change me...to their standards.
I am NEVER going to be normal. I like that I'm not. So what the fuck is the problem?
"India, your'e weird." people say...a lot.
My response..."Yeah...and your point is?"
They can never actually answer this question. I get the sputters of "Well..you know India...you're just weird."
My response..."Haven't we covered this already?"
People assume things about another person. Not fair. I've done it...I'm no angel. I learned though, you never know what a person really is or what they are thinking.
I've learned that when people say shit like that to me...it means they envy me. They can't be weird.
I love it.
4 Comments:
Afuckingmen.
(Yes, I'm back...)
Little did I know that I'd click on " Next blog" and stumble across this.
Love it :)
Brad!!! How's the Fam???
Disguise...I looked at your page..you embrace life as fucked up as it can be. I'm glad I was the next click.
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