Lost Love

As I sat on my bed
watching old cartoons
and reminiscing good times.

Your name flashed upon my phone
and thoughts of you flooded in my mind
and in that moment I felt
a million things:
Regret and apologetic,
sure and uncertain,
fine and shattered.

You played me like a game board
and I was your tool on strings.

You never wanted me,
you just wanted the feeling
of being wanted,
but I will not fall for it any longer.

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“I’m not weird. I am a limited edition”

People make me anxious. You never quite know what they’re up to, and sometimes they just flat-out let you down. As social media and texting have become more prevalent, I find myself trying to avoid people altogether.. and I don’t think I’m the only one. Much like couple of my friends who we met during the age when they actually showed Bugs Bunny cartoons on Saturday mornings, I get a little freaked out when I see large groups of PEEEOPLE!!!!

I always seem to feel like I don’t fit in with the group, and I tend to gravitate towards the perimeter so that I can slowly, slowly make my way to the exit. However, recently I stumbled upon a startling conclusion: I am not weird. Well, maybe I am – but my feelings of being uncomfortable in group settings is not weird. In fact, I think most people feel the same way.

That old saying ‘Fake it till you make it’ seems pretty appropriate right about now.
So, my dear awkward, socially-inept, weird friends:
Embrace your inner sense. There’s nothing wrong with it!
BUT –
Know that deep down, through all the layers of your weirdness, there is still someone original and unique. You just have to give them permission to come out and play sometime.

Until next time……just stay weird 🙂