so
ppl think i either have very good luck
or magical traffic light shifting abilities. . .
AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAhHA
EHHEHAHEAHEHAEHAHHAHABAHAHAHABWAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHHAA
sorry. just had to get that out there. :D
there is no magic involved at all.
i make my own luck, and create my future, it is the only way.
your choice shapes the way you walk and talk and move through life.
there may be some very very interesting coincidences that influence
your choices, but no matter what,
you are the only person choosing,
and there are always, always, Always,
two choices.
anyway, it is simply the result of helping the:
little old lady cross the road
little old man feel big and strong and young again
little lady bug off the pavement so it doesn't get squashed and die
putting the plastic bag in the bin so no turtles die from suffocation
dusting away the cigarette butts from the edge of the bin so that no young children need breathe in the
poisonous fumes, or other young healthy people, or old healthy people either for that matter.
it is the result of a generosity dangerously deep when friends are in need
the result of cleaning up the kitchen so it is spotless every now and again so that mum comes home
to a tidy house and can relax after a long day at work
the result of being kind to strangers simply for no reason
even when they test you and are not so polite to you in the first place
you think i am magic?
well if magic is practising what you preach
then yea sure! i can do magic! HAHHAHA :D
the thing is, every person has a million different shades of emotion, no billions.
and we can all name the colours of the rainbow, we can include the derwent colour adjectives,
we can include every colour under the sun, and yet there will still be new and unknown colours
and emotions in each person, because everything changes. always.
you could be told that you are yellow, or green, or blue, for example.
but the exact shade of yellow, blue or green, is up to you.
and this is the sticking point.
the shades of grey are what makes a person unique.
anybody can be purple, or orange, or aqua, crimson, cyan, or coral.
but nobody can be your exact shade of purple, your exact shade of emotion.
the shades of grey are what you find out for yourself.
people think i go through traffic lights dangerously.
well excuse me but i think you go through the lights dangerously.
you see most ppl see the red light, and stop.
see the green light and go.
how very obedient you are... good dog C:
the way i go through a traffic light is... well i dont go through one at all
instead i go through two intersecting roads. a crossroads.
the cars stop and go, the traffic moves around, but the key ingredient in all of this,
is the person inside the car, and the brain inside the person.
every time you stop for red, and go for green, you make the choice
to follow the already organised rules.
some people do not follow the rules.
and some times people die because of it.
therefore i watch the people inside the cars
not the pretty colours flashing up on the black squares of metal
make sense?
anyhow, finding your own shades of grey takes time, but not money.
in this crazy world are they not the same thing, time and money?
whenever money pops up in my dreams it is the dirtiest of all things, and it appears evil,
and cursed. it is as if you should always aim to get rid of your money to win the card game of life,
like rickety kate, or hearts, except the queen of spades is money. in whatever form.
anyhow.
so people see my colours, my shades, and think now THAT is not a colour i have ever seen before,
there MUST be something wrong with it, because its never before been seen.
nobody else paints their emotions like that.
but how do You know that?
have you met every person amongst the what 7 billion here on earth?
that is preposterous to suggest you have.
it is also preposterous to suggest that i am the only one with my shade of orange.
however it IS true that i Am the only one with my exact combination of different shades
for different colours. like a combination lock for each shade.
i may carry many many similarities with others, but there will always be differences.
and that is what makes life interesting.
anyhow. so simply because my colours are StraaaAaAaAaaange, they are deemed
crazy, insane.
i mean i'm ok with that. it is understandable.
however i feel that your colours are insane and crazy too.
i once wrote a short story for english.
one of my characters was the most normal girl you could ever come across.
younger brother, annoying.
father in banking.
stay at home mother, who helped with the paperwork.
followed her parents mostly, but argued sometimes about cleaning her room/doing her hw.
fav sport netball.
fav subject sport/english.
hated subjects maths/chem/science.
straight dull blonde hair.
normal build.
average smarts.
polite.
not favoured by her teachers, but not a rebel.
into mainstream music.
mainstream sports teams.
had a boyfriend.
had a dog.
had a job in a local cafe.
now, this is all very very average, and normal right?
well to me this is alien.
completely.
i designed the strangest thing to me on earth.
somebody completely grey, with no rainbow in her At All.
and yet, it is judgemental of me to say that she has no rainbow,
how do i not know that she may daydream about rainbows, and feels imprisoned?
how do i not know that she rebels ravishingly within her own spirit.
how do i know?
you see.
every body has different standards of what is normal, and what is not.
what is cool, and what is not.
to most ppl, if you've got the right brands, the right attitude, and do/say the right stuff
your cool.
not so for me.
for me if your fake you not cool.
if your real you cool.
that simple.
you pull bullshit on me, and i label you LAME.
so.. you can think i am weird, with my mind navigation skills,
you can think i am strange with my talk of dreams
but in all sincerity
i think You are the weird one
with your mortgage and boring job
your house and your daily routines
your narrow minded views
and your inability to flex your mind muscles a little to dodge the bullet once in awhile
that to me
is
strange
and more than just a tiny bit
crazy or insane.
it is all about perspective (:
all the best in every way
Britta
ppl think i either have very good luck
or magical traffic light shifting abilities. . .
AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAhHA
EHHEHAHEAHEHAEHAHHAHABAHAHAHABWAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHHAA
sorry. just had to get that out there. :D
there is no magic involved at all.
i make my own luck, and create my future, it is the only way.
your choice shapes the way you walk and talk and move through life.
there may be some very very interesting coincidences that influence
your choices, but no matter what,
you are the only person choosing,
and there are always, always, Always,
two choices.
anyway, it is simply the result of helping the:
little old lady cross the road
little old man feel big and strong and young again
little lady bug off the pavement so it doesn't get squashed and die
putting the plastic bag in the bin so no turtles die from suffocation
dusting away the cigarette butts from the edge of the bin so that no young children need breathe in the
poisonous fumes, or other young healthy people, or old healthy people either for that matter.
it is the result of a generosity dangerously deep when friends are in need
the result of cleaning up the kitchen so it is spotless every now and again so that mum comes home
to a tidy house and can relax after a long day at work
the result of being kind to strangers simply for no reason
even when they test you and are not so polite to you in the first place
you think i am magic?
well if magic is practising what you preach
then yea sure! i can do magic! HAHHAHA :D
the thing is, every person has a million different shades of emotion, no billions.
and we can all name the colours of the rainbow, we can include the derwent colour adjectives,
we can include every colour under the sun, and yet there will still be new and unknown colours
and emotions in each person, because everything changes. always.
you could be told that you are yellow, or green, or blue, for example.
but the exact shade of yellow, blue or green, is up to you.
and this is the sticking point.
the shades of grey are what makes a person unique.
anybody can be purple, or orange, or aqua, crimson, cyan, or coral.
but nobody can be your exact shade of purple, your exact shade of emotion.
the shades of grey are what you find out for yourself.
people think i go through traffic lights dangerously.
well excuse me but i think you go through the lights dangerously.
you see most ppl see the red light, and stop.
see the green light and go.
how very obedient you are... good dog C:
the way i go through a traffic light is... well i dont go through one at all
instead i go through two intersecting roads. a crossroads.
the cars stop and go, the traffic moves around, but the key ingredient in all of this,
is the person inside the car, and the brain inside the person.
every time you stop for red, and go for green, you make the choice
to follow the already organised rules.
some people do not follow the rules.
and some times people die because of it.
therefore i watch the people inside the cars
not the pretty colours flashing up on the black squares of metal
make sense?
anyhow, finding your own shades of grey takes time, but not money.
in this crazy world are they not the same thing, time and money?
whenever money pops up in my dreams it is the dirtiest of all things, and it appears evil,
and cursed. it is as if you should always aim to get rid of your money to win the card game of life,
like rickety kate, or hearts, except the queen of spades is money. in whatever form.
anyhow.
so people see my colours, my shades, and think now THAT is not a colour i have ever seen before,
there MUST be something wrong with it, because its never before been seen.
nobody else paints their emotions like that.
but how do You know that?
have you met every person amongst the what 7 billion here on earth?
that is preposterous to suggest you have.
it is also preposterous to suggest that i am the only one with my shade of orange.
however it IS true that i Am the only one with my exact combination of different shades
for different colours. like a combination lock for each shade.
i may carry many many similarities with others, but there will always be differences.
and that is what makes life interesting.
anyhow. so simply because my colours are StraaaAaAaAaaange, they are deemed
crazy, insane.
i mean i'm ok with that. it is understandable.
however i feel that your colours are insane and crazy too.
i once wrote a short story for english.
one of my characters was the most normal girl you could ever come across.
younger brother, annoying.
father in banking.
stay at home mother, who helped with the paperwork.
followed her parents mostly, but argued sometimes about cleaning her room/doing her hw.
fav sport netball.
fav subject sport/english.
hated subjects maths/chem/science.
straight dull blonde hair.
normal build.
average smarts.
polite.
not favoured by her teachers, but not a rebel.
into mainstream music.
mainstream sports teams.
had a boyfriend.
had a dog.
had a job in a local cafe.
now, this is all very very average, and normal right?
well to me this is alien.
completely.
i designed the strangest thing to me on earth.
somebody completely grey, with no rainbow in her At All.
and yet, it is judgemental of me to say that she has no rainbow,
how do i not know that she may daydream about rainbows, and feels imprisoned?
how do i not know that she rebels ravishingly within her own spirit.
how do i know?
you see.
every body has different standards of what is normal, and what is not.
what is cool, and what is not.
to most ppl, if you've got the right brands, the right attitude, and do/say the right stuff
your cool.
not so for me.
for me if your fake you not cool.
if your real you cool.
that simple.
you pull bullshit on me, and i label you LAME.
so.. you can think i am weird, with my mind navigation skills,
you can think i am strange with my talk of dreams
but in all sincerity
i think You are the weird one
with your mortgage and boring job
your house and your daily routines
your narrow minded views
and your inability to flex your mind muscles a little to dodge the bullet once in awhile
that to me
is
strange
and more than just a tiny bit
crazy or insane.
it is all about perspective (:
all the best in every way
Britta
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