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Chapter 38: Life in the age of techno. [More odd thoughts on this odd life...]
Sometimes, life is just... strange. Very, very strange.
Life has its odd way with its everyday subjects. I for one am an odd example of an oddity.
I thrive on the likes of New Order, Kraftwerk, and Coldplay. Yet I also like to sing in the Church Choir. I am a working-class punk girl in a small town, yet a so-called princess because of my royal blood. A child trapped in a soon-to-be-24-year-old's body, and yet gifted with unique wisdom that's made at least one person think I'm older than I seem. I grew up being called ugly, strange and so on... and nowadays I'm a bit prettier than I give myself credit for. I was somewhat ignored by guys back then, and now I'm happily-ever-REJECTING guys because, hello! they're NOT my type. [That and, these days I'm dealing with absolute idiots...
I swear, not a fun thing.] I'm an Episcopalian and yet I have a Jewish second family.
I am very, very strange indeed. Perhaps I'm better off that way? I think so.
In less than two weeks, I will be turning 24. Looking back on this past near-quarter of a century that I've been alive, I've learned quite a lot. I've fallen in love, I've been scorned. I've laughed enough giggles, I've cried enough tears. I lived my life to the fullest, I almost ended my life through despair.
I don't have much of a clue on how I evolved from a cowardly girl trapped inside a semi-sheltered home to a fairly independent goth/new wave/punk rock girl living life to the best of my ability.
Perhaps, yeah, I am an oddity, but I think it's sweeter to be strange than so-called 'normal.'
...yeah, better to be strange than 'normal.'
Until the next round, Cheers!!
~ Jenn
Life has its odd way with its everyday subjects. I for one am an odd example of an oddity.
I thrive on the likes of New Order, Kraftwerk, and Coldplay. Yet I also like to sing in the Church Choir. I am a working-class punk girl in a small town, yet a so-called princess because of my royal blood. A child trapped in a soon-to-be-24-year-old's body, and yet gifted with unique wisdom that's made at least one person think I'm older than I seem. I grew up being called ugly, strange and so on... and nowadays I'm a bit prettier than I give myself credit for. I was somewhat ignored by guys back then, and now I'm happily-ever-REJECTING guys because, hello! they're NOT my type. [That and, these days I'm dealing with absolute idiots...
I swear, not a fun thing.] I'm an Episcopalian and yet I have a Jewish second family.I am very, very strange indeed. Perhaps I'm better off that way? I think so.
In less than two weeks, I will be turning 24. Looking back on this past near-quarter of a century that I've been alive, I've learned quite a lot. I've fallen in love, I've been scorned. I've laughed enough giggles, I've cried enough tears. I lived my life to the fullest, I almost ended my life through despair.
I don't have much of a clue on how I evolved from a cowardly girl trapped inside a semi-sheltered home to a fairly independent goth/new wave/punk rock girl living life to the best of my ability.
Perhaps, yeah, I am an oddity, but I think it's sweeter to be strange than so-called 'normal.'
...yeah, better to be strange than 'normal.'
Until the next round, Cheers!!
~ Jenn