About Me

You know how some people try so hard to not be like everyone else? Of course, then they fall in with groups and, although they’re different than some people, they’re just another face in the crowd that they’ve chosen. That’s not me. I am different. I’m lonely. There is no one that I relate to, and no way to feel normal. To me, normal is both horrific and an elusive dream. I only wish I could see things like everyone else. I’d hate to, though. I hate when I’m right because I’m a pessimist. I like to think I see reality in a light that many don’t take the time to. Some sights shouldn’t be seen alone, though. Those along the way that I’ve thought could see it? They didn’t. They didn’t last and I only thought they were kindred because I didn’t see the reality behind them. I hurt them. The truths that I take for granted are hidden to many. It makes me seem illogical to some. It makes them speculate and emulate to their harm. They see the surface of what I do, where I step, but they don’t see deep enough. So, they step where they think I would and then, because of me, they fall through the ice. It would be neglectful for me not to hide myself. It would be unloving and reckless endangerment of others to let them see me as I am. I cannot be seen. I see too much reality to fit in, but not enough to truly make the difference. The ONLY rock that anchors me to reality is my god, Jehovah. If not for him I would have been lost long ago.