Blog diary on another melancholic Monday
There were many essays written overnight staying up until it was finished.
Sometimes, I think that it is a mistake to open up myself on this blog journal knowing that some judgemental folks that are immature love to spout out their psycho babble and have the audacity to call me mentally ill when most of you "friendly readers" can obviously see who has the issues by the sick comments that they leave.
I am not ill as "Monica" said but I am crazy in the sense that I do thing differently and in a very different way. Muffy, when she is speaking to me, can attest to that! My wierdness and eccentricities often gives me the label of the "wierd". Wierd in America is eating oatmeal with flax seed, cranberries, bananas and other flavors. Wierd is riding your bike in a blizzard instead of driving. Wierd is writing poetry in a redneck sports bar. Wierd is asking to watch the News or "Tour de France" instead of violent basketball or hockey.
When the human race is racing toward the cliffs of extinction like lemmings where they will have no choice but the deep chasms of debt, "nucular" holocaust, environmental destruction and death, I think that Maybe I and some others will go the other way so the rest of the race can fight it out.