Maybe it is peculiar that I do not have my birthday listed on my facebook page. Maybe my ideas of people I don’t speak to sending me a message on the magical day of my birth are out of the ordinary. But even Kaczynski liked to have love thrown his way once in a while. It doesn’t haven’t to be a designated day. It could be a Tuesday in March or a Friday in September. I don’t need a card (unless it is one of those super snarky ones in which case, please send them too. I want to steal that idea but I need some more ideas) just “a hey cracker, how you doing? I know you’ve had some changes in your life this last calendar year as well as I but you know what, this one out of 365 I want you to know that for a brief few moments, you were on my mind and I hope that your direction is going well.” It is, to answer the question. My life has a great direction and it is forward. I will not think about this tomorrow or the next day after that. It is as anything, another blip on the radar. Just a sliver of a moment in life. But I will have to catalogue the proceedings in my ever increasing jar of knowledge that leads me to find that I know nothing at all. And remember that when you treat me like an alien, then you’ll know why all I ever want to do is go home. Home is safe. Home is comfortable. Home is where family is built and re-built. Where people know that your quirks make you your own. Not an outcast. Not a weirdo. Just a human, flesh and blood, with feelings. I am not immune.
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