Me learning to be Me

 I have some super great stories, at least I think they are. I have done some amazing things. Recently I went to Alaska for 8 months. I became a Jeep Tour Guide on the second most scenic route in the world ( according to National  Geographic). Denali National Highway. It was a big thing for me to do. Go off on my own, live out of my car and tent camp, go to a place I’ve never been and don’t know a soul. I was quite proud of myself. There were many things I learned about Alaska, the natives there, the animals. I did many things I’ve never done before. I saw great things and beauty beyond compare. And this is just recent. I’ve gone hang gliding, sky diving. I’ve gone to get a hamburger and ended up two states away at a great diner. I used to ride a cow like people ride a horse. I found kittens in the hayloft and thrown chicken down the outhouse ( I was four). I swam with sharks and had plans to go to Antartica that fell through.  These are things I like to talk about to oth...

 I don’t understand. Boy how those three little words can cause such a disturbance. People do not comprehend how I think and I cannot comprehend how “normal” people think. This is drilled into me. How can you not understand? It’s simple, I don’t! You are purposely being obtuse. No, I’m not. I really do not think like you.  I believe that facts are fact until they are not. The color red is in fact red, unless you’re color blind, then it is in fact gray.  Red may mean  hot to someone blind. They don’t know the color red.  Boy, does that piss people off. I don’t get upset people don’t understand my way of thinking. I try to explain that one person’s fact is not necessarily someone else’s. I don’t understand why they get so upset. Red is in fact red only because you were told it is red. Grey is in fact red to a color blind person. They’ve been told an Apple is red and all they see is grey. Boy does that piss people off.  It’s very frustrating when I ask a quest...

 All my life I have been rambunctious and loud.  I know rambunctious is not a word usually associated with an adult. Most of the time I’m told to grow up. I can’t whisper. I bounce all over the place.It’s not something new that I just started doing. I didn’t wake up one morning and decide today I’m gonna get on peoples nerves by being rambunctious and loud. It just comes naturally. Now, you would think me being on this planet for 57 years, all those around me that I’ve known all my life would understand this about me. Dare I say accept this about me. Nope! I wish I had a dime for every time a person close to me said stop yelling when I’m telling a story or talking to them about something I’m passionate about, your being way to loud when I’m talking in my normal tone, could you please clam down when I’m excited about something. I would be the richest person in the world. I wish they understood how each reprimand chips away at my spirit. It hits me in the heart. They can’t seem ...