Strangely, being an odd duck, I'm always feeling somewhat alien everywhere I go.
So, with aliens on the brain, there is this rather pervasive X related typology within my daily life. Sometimes, just clicking away at the computer, reading Jung and mythology, saying that Benedryl has a soporiphic affect, especially when combined with alcohol, whilst in casual conversation at a new year's party, I'm reminded of it, again.
But, with pride I do feel these associations soothing, that there is something to vindicate little ol' me, no matter how I feel so segregated on my own little island of existence.
It's not just me; I'm not completely departed from this magnificent world, though I often feel lonesome, because I have yet to find that counterpart, protector and endangerer, that may not make this all so isolated a term for me.
Maybe I'm different, not really flashing so spontaneously on an episode per se, but on ideas, philosophic feels. The mirror holds as much re-emergence of these feelings, moments, and tidings as does the marks of 10:13, 11:21 and 9:25. Our numerical data, idiosynchratic, but one wonders at the synchronicity of it all. What is talking to us via these entertaining means? Are we listening?
And, since the am is so early as it is, my spelling does not work as usual, nor do I care as long as I am understood.
All the moments combine, and I am happy with the promise it tells me.