I would like someone to explain to me how this can happen. How it possible for this to happen to anyone. At the moment I am unable to finish that line of thinking.
I miss daylight. I miss being up with the sun and sleeping at night. I miss being able to be outside. I miss being able to go running outside. I miss being able to have friends. I would say I miss dating, but none of those dates were real, or memorable, or exciting, or real romance. Yet, at the moment I want nothing more than rest, and leave the world behind.
I could go on for an eternity describing and sharing all of the celebrity sightings which I still to this day do not understand why they’ve been placed in front of me.
What I see anymore are people who are doing work they want to do. I will have to address the rest of that thought another time.
At the moment I am stomach sick. It is the only way to describe it.
I will have to rewrite my literary journey again since it is gone from my last blog. It would flood these previous years, and cast new light on previously held perceptions. Not every person has God moments. Not every person can see, feel, and understand a writer just from reading their work. Not every person sees the world not as it is, but what is beyond, what it can be, what it should be, and what is yet to be.
Let me explain something. I went over this in my previous blog. Climbing Fences. There was a story told often to me. My brother was like Dennis the Menace being able to roam about the neighborhood without getting dirty, or like he had gone anywhere at all. I wanted to go where my brother went. I wanted to be with the boys. I was not a doll-playing girl. I wanted to know and be with the boys. What are they doing? Where are they going? How are they doing that? And, so on.
The story is, I went following after my brother only to return home quickly with splinters covering my hands. I wasn’t able to climb the fence. I must have been more than a sight since it was retold to me so often.
I wanted to know what was on the other side. It is a state of mind that has never left me. I want to know. I want to know everything I can before I no longer am able. What’s wrong with that?
New Orleans, LA: I was hungry. Imagine that. I could not decide which restaurant to eat at. I sat down at the bar of the small restaurant I chose. Red-headed man behind the bar looked to his left as he was describing the specials saying, I’m a little busy. A gay-pride flag on the wall, so I moved to a table. No offense. I shouldn’t have to live like this. I honestly, have no idea what that would have meant at all. Since, it does not enter my equation at all. He spoke quickly and the fried soft-shelled crab sandwich is what I remember. I did not order it. The idea of eating shell did not appeal to me.
Excuse me, I have such indigestion it’s embarrassing. I cannot begin to describe how bad I feel at the moment. My brain is fading quickly. This bad food because of my driving route is killing my brain power, not to mention the pressure washing bringing me down, and depressing me.
I stopped for gas on my way to New Orleans in 2015. A bright, smiling, serene man was just standing on the corner who looked like Steven Spielberg.
CJ’s Sandwich shop: Jude Law behind me at checkout. Also, at Disney near the front lobby area.
A few days off feel like nothing at all.
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