Interpretations of the written word often vary. I am quick to write and then wonder if what I was thinking, the image my mind created, was actually interpreted the way I meant it. Being an impatient person in general, I quickly make comments and then think, why did I send that? Do they know I’m kidding, being sarcastic, having a weird day and accept it as such? Most of my followers probably know me well and accept it, but sometimes a post hits me sideways and I say something that I know the reason for, but they are clueless. It’s not their fault, it’s mine.
A short post long because posts that are sincere make me think, and shadows of my life, memories I keep in the background, will jump into the light, as I react to someone’s writing. Crazy? Probably, but I am an emotional person, still. My rants prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt…sorry, I had to try humor at some point. With all that’s going on, I have to laugh through tears sometimes. The world has a lot of nightmares now and accepting we have little control over the day to day doesn’t stay in the shadows.