forgotten thoughts
Sunday, September 26, 2004
mood:
i found this while attempting to clean up my files, and i was pleasantly surprised. i had forgotten about writing it. justifiably so, as i wrote this january 5, 2003. pre-engagement thoughts, i call them.
Beauty in Strangeness
I am strange.
I am not one to hide from this fact,
Nor am I ashamed.
It is who I am.
One would imagine that a person as strange as I am
Would live a life understood only by those bound to me by blood.
But then again, I am not only strange.
I am also lucky,
For I have found The One,
And he understands.
As luck would have it,
He is almost as strange as I am.
Don’t get me wrong
And take strange totally out of context.
I don’t walk around with more heads or arms than the average person,
Nor do I have body parts unfamiliar to the human race.
(By my writing that last statement,
I would assume that you already have an idea of my strangeness
And will leave it at that.)
I do not display this strangeness for all to see.
Again, not because I am ashamed,
But simply because explaining takes too much effort.
But with The One,
I’ve never had much to explain about.
Yes, once in a while, I’d still get those looks from him.
This tells me that my strangeness is up a notch
From what he would consider my normal levels.
But I love that look
And everything else about him.
And I would sometimes purposely heighten my strangeness,
Just a tad.
Enough to get that look.
And I fall in love all over again.
He accepts my strangeness
And he has been doing so for the past four and a half years that we’ve been together.
He continues to love me, despite who or what I am.
That in itself is part of his strangeness.
But I am not one to complain.
Nor am I about to regale you with my melodramatic sentiments about love.
Strange as I am, I still also cringe at the mushy musings of love and the like.
I am not, however, above admitting that I have never been happier.
I’m quite certain I must have done something good in my past life
To deserve what I have now.
I must have been the Pope or the Dalai Lama or something as magnificent.
Strangeness truly has its perks.
And I speak from experience,
For strange as I am,
Somehow, I managed to find him.
I’ve found The One.
There is beauty in strangeness.
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