Not knowing how one is perceived by others is something I want to shake. Right now it's stuck in my mind.
I'm not like the others.
I'm no groupie. And I am so embarassed it hurts.
Individuality is a badge I wear for my own sense of sanity.
I was walking with a mob.
I don't care what others perceive me as unless I particularly care about the person on some terms.
I'm no fanatic, no groupie, no slave to fame.
I'm simply me. And that's enough for now. I need to let this go and move forward from that point in time.
Appreciate the good company, the wine and the distraction.
(Mindbabbling on a personal matter.)
I'm finding it hard to get started this morning.
Start I must. Leaving behind thoughts and desires and imaginary friends.
I need something to soothe my soul.
It's Just One Aspect 