Am I the only one seeing this?!
I am not the only person in the world who can see this?!
Am I?!
No.
There are other people like me who can see people.
Let me share with you one of my memory techniques I used in college that was particularly helpful in my World Art class.
I could superimpose images over top of a painting in my head such as dates and names. Following over the lines or brushstrokes of the painting I could keep information in my head that way. However, it only retained the information in my short-term memory. I cannot go back now, look at a painting and remember the date it was painted or the painter that painted it.
I still don’t feel like eating or creating food. This is a problem for me.
I am very unhappy with the color of my roots. I would think this shouldn’t concern anyone, however, here I am having to write about it. It is not yet finished.
Now, I discover I am being ripped-off by Insta-cart. How do I get that corrected?!
Let me caution, the sun is not always a bad thing. Yes, protect yourself with sunscreen from the sun’s rays, but the sun kills viruses. So, sometimes when you are not feeling well it is a good thing to let the sun dry up mucus, give you some vitamin D and warm your bones.
Please understand, I have not forgotten people I have seen, stories I would love to share with you. Don’t think I didn’t see you wax-man, I did. I would remind you I am only one person. I am up against companies, corporations, and hundreds and hundreds of employees. I am only human, not a machine.
Please respect my time.
This man. This man…sigh, heavy sigh. If you wanted me to be able to see you, communicate with you through everything, then that is not what has happened in its entirety. That is all I will say for the moment.
Illegal handicapped parking, I am a bit unhappy about this.
I am sick to death of players and wanna-be’s. They are not real.
If you think I can sit down and write one or two lines or a paragraph letting it satisfy a complete picture, you are mistaken. If you think I am willing to sacrifice my experience for the sake of your time and not mine, you are mistaken.
Real will always be real.
This is true and real, so if you are not interested in reading something personal and real, stop. You have arrived at the wrong location.
There was a man I saw – death. Not dead man walking, not dying man, I saw death. Hard to read I know. I share it for a reason. I saw the people with him, pulling my attention from him just to look, nothing more. Difficult to describe what these people, how they were for him, other than just being there, for him. How very important – to just be there for someone.
Anger, I also saw anger in him. I had to think on this for some time because it did not make sense. Then, I remembered I wrote about not being able to be with my mother or have knowledge of her death, or her heart failure. And, why were more people not outraged that I was not able to be with a family member who was dying while others, caretakers, providers, managers, and employees knew of the situation and circumstance.
I want you to know what a very hard thing that was for that man to do. Walk, and show me the anger and outrage for me. A hard and tough thing to do. Until you’ve lived in a hospital as I have – this is how I see it – then, you will not fully understand the depth of will and strength it takes to do what he did.
How amazing, people like that are in the world.
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