Monday, August 26, 2013

An Open Letter to the World

It's almost September. This year has gone by very fast, and it seems that everyone has an opinion or something to say who I am. Thanks, but if you don't know who I am, please don't criticize me. You have the right to have an opinion, but this doesn't mean your opinion is right. 

I get why people think I'm off or weird. Because I am. I am wired differently from most people. I don't care how I look on a given day, but since I do have to appear as if I care, then I project that image. When I'm doing something, it is because I want to do that something. It isn't because it has been told to me that it is good for me or have been brought to my attention via suggestion. The reason I do things are my reasons. I don't belong to anyone. I'm adopted... and that very phrase means so much to me more than you can know. I am not shaped by unfortunate circumstance, but I could have been very well be. The family that adopted me ... rather, the women who have to care for me and have helped shaped me into who I am.... not only am I shaped by them, I'm shaped by my peers, colleagues... society as a whole and the environment that brought me up shaped me to who I am today. 

The person I am right now is still growing. Individually finding the shoes that fit. Spearheaded by my stubbornness and my childlike attitude, there is a mature individual here. I might be confused most of the times, but I have always landed on my feet. I seek the truth and you know, it might actually scare me into obedience, but I doubt it very much. 

I don't like to conform, and when I do, it's because I can. I can ....if needed to. I understand there are rules and procedures, but sometimes those should be broken. I have known much and known very little. 

I am quite okay. People often wonder about me, too. It's like I'm so damn fragile that I have to laid on satin sheets and feathers. 

I probably should quit having those eyes... I am not sorry that I am very expressive. Again, I don't apologize to who I am. I don't apologize for being me. And if you can't accept me, then that's your right. You do whatever you want. I will always be who I am meant to be. 

I'm not a puppet. But I'm not a leader, either. I'm just me. 

It's the only way I can be. 

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