Bared

Simple living matters most to me. Yet, life itself is too complex that even the simplest hopes and wishes of an ordinary farmer are fraught with hardships and obstacles.

I do not belong inside the box because I live unlike other individuals who follow the norms dictated by the times. I exist in the manner I prefer: live and let live.

People, most who personally knew me, knows me and acquainted about me, will not agree that I am the same person in the flesh. Positives or negatives, their notions on how I tick could only be described as clashing. I sow confusion by just being me, in people’s minds, that is. And I never intend it to be so.

When I open my mouth, there’s no denying I can express opinions and viewpoints that most people will adhere to. Or against. What vexes any listener is how I could start talking about an inane topic, for example cheap imported toys, for a few minutes, then all of a sudden I segue to world politics dealing with the international row between nations about disputed islands. I detect the ironies clearly. I like to connect the dots which some people do not even see in the first place.

I can be a pain sometimes, okay, most of the time. My fuzzy way of thinking could never be pigeon-holed into any category. This is why so many people like to paint me as a cuckoo. In all honesty, in my opinion, I think it is a compliment.

Oh, it’s just a small part of me. The rest is as human as any of you.

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7 thoughts on “Bared

  1. all that matters is you follow the whispers of your heart…..
    your thoughts spun into words of stories is missed…..
    Hope all is okay with your world….
    May you have a Blessed Christmas full of Joy and Merriment 🙂
    Take Care….You Matter….
    maryrose

  2. I was clearing off my blog and came across the link to your thoughts here..
    they still resonate with me…
    I wonder where you have wandered off too…people seem to disappear, which I am leaving WP so I guess in a way I am too…
    I just wanted you to know I enjoyed your thoughts, and I appreciated your kindness towards me and my thoughts…
    I hope you are doing okay in your world…
    know someone in Texas was thinking of you 🙂
    Take Care…You Matter…
    always..just me
    maryrose

  3. I can’t count how many times I have been called cuckoo! I use to let it get to me, that was before I realized those that would call me that wasn’t as of a deep thinker as I am. 🙂 We have a lot in common. The things you stated sounds very familar. LOL! I agree with Brenda (above) writers are of a totally different breed and people just don’t get us. Just embrase it…I do! 🙂 Nice post!

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