One Of The Weird Ones

While looking at this chair (which I love and adore, btw!) I started thinking about an experience I had last week.  I love this chair, the imperfections make it perfect and beautiful! And I love making things, especially quilts that have odds and ends, where nothing matches but it all comes together perfectly to create a beautiful masterpiece. It's the way I like to decorate also, mixing and matching interesting and unique items and pieces that others would never imagine. There is nothing I find so uninteresting as walking into a house that looks
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it should be in a furniture showroom - I find it generic and void of spirit.

On to my story...Last week I found out just how the people you think will stick with you, and not be so judgmental are not really those kind of people at all. They may even be more judgmental thank anyone else. The saddest part of all, they really know nothing of you or your life. The trials and tribulations you endure on a day-to-day basis, and sometimes hour-to-hour and minute-by-minute. When they would rather see you alone and empty than have a friend who is there when you are falling apart and have no one else to call or rely on when your world is collapsing all around you.

I've learned a lot this past week.

And I reaffirmed what I have always believed and known of myself, I do not admire plastic and pretentious people.

I do not fit into anyone's narrow and shallow square box. I have no intentions of trying to do so. I am ME, trying to find a reason to get out of bed every morning and put one foot in front of the others. And finding those reasons these days are hard to find... And getting harder every day. I am tired of trying to find the money to buy meds, trying to find money to fix the car, the hot water heater, the broken washer, etc. This week I have given up getting my meds this month in order to buy David's. I can already tell a big difference after two days of no meds, I'm having trouble walking and barely bend any of my fingers.

I apologize for this post. I'm just so very tired and ill right now, and I'm hoping writing it out will help.

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