I am not like the others.
I feel weird.
I hate the way I look to the world.
My latest interest is weird stuff over the internet.
Reading articles from various sources make my brain hurt.
Thinking too much keeps me from being dull minded.
I wore itchy, stiff dresses when I was younger.
I hide behind ugly cloths like jeans and rubber shoes.
High neck clothing, especially my favorite cotton, keeps me warm.
I prefer cold climates.
My system loves to bundle up under cotton bed sheets.
Hot climates make me irritable.
I do not feel comfortable around crowds.
I hate people and smelly things.
A noisy environment is not always tolerable.
I love parakeets and cuteness.
Nature, compared to people, makes beautiful sounds.
Nature is not mean to me either.
Strangers have told me I am different.
I remember that dark guy with a left lazy eye.
He was ugly.
We met at a department.
He said I sat differently.
I had my right leg tucked under my left leg.
I do walk differently but with an athletic stride.
Other co-workers tell me the same.
I know they talk about me.
I read of angels in training.
I am here to find myself and other like myself.
I have no real friends.
I believe my friends are here with me somewhere.
My closest friends seem to be my current parental units.
I live with my parents, by the way.
My ‘Onion’ is close by but has a new life.
He seldom visits us in our old age.
I wish to move far away from these people.
People misunderstand me.
Perhaps, they treat me like a young person.
My behavior is quite immature.
I feel old yet look quite young.
I feel comfortable around older folks.
And I learn tolerance from my environment.
I cannot hear well too.
My expressionless face means I did not understand speech well.
Therefore, my listening ability is limited.
Speaking through my blowhole is also my limitation.
The words get stuck in mid-thought.
I loose my voice after a few minutes.
My eyesight is poor.
I wear eyeglasses since elementary school.
Contact lenses are too drying while working in front of the computer.
I have allergies, mostly dry skin related.
Moisture from skin products and water helps though.
I have food allergies but take whatever makes me happy.
My teeth and bones are hurting.
I sleep more often.
I dream in colors too.
My strength is written communication via this blog account.
I suppose my purpose is to teach and share of my uniqueness.
I do have artistic and musical talents.
I am always bored.
I distrust people overall.
I love you all, though.
Second attempt at a long-head, soliloquy (completed around 01:30AM on 04/12/2007).
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