As a kid, I remember adoring my Star Wars lunchbox that lovingly embraced my Strawberry Shortcake thermos, along with my E.T. skull cap and cable-knit tights. I liked dresses (I didn't love them) and it especially delighted me to climb trees while wearing them.
I also loved the sky and was enthralled with the billowy clouds that adorned it. I was absolutely determined to build a clubhouse out of cardboard boxes, nailed into the soft earth; it was utterly disappointing when it would never stand erect or match the vision that frequented my imagination.
It would bring me pleasure to dismantle all sorts of things to see if I could rebuild it to it's original state, if not an improved version of it. I had an insatiable, oral fixation and would chew incessantly on sunflower seeds, pen tops and my barbie doll's hands. One of my favorite pastimes was to sit for hours in front of the television (cartoons) with a loaf of wheat bread and kool-aid and eat til it was no more.
I also remember not thinking quite like most people, that my brain processed information in a way that most people found to be abnormal; it was often negated and reduced to "odd", "crazy", and "weird".
Not much has changed, I mostly still love those things and even though my mind blossomed, evolved and have become more enhanced, there's a piece of my brain that still processes information the same way. My childhood spirit stays with me; I love so many things that it's difficult for me to even process "favoring" much of anything (other than love, happiness, truth, respect).
Sometimes, it can be quite challenging being an eclectic spirit while coexisting with the general population, but for the most part, I would certainly "favor" being a layered, eclectic and beautifully, hot-buttered mess, than anything else in the world.
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...