Yes, I am odd. I am awkward in new social settings. And I often say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and embarrass friends, family, lovers, co-workers, and people who don’t even know my name. And yes I have damage, and I cry more than is comfortable for others to witness. I have been battle bruised and scarred almost from birth; but haven’t we all? And haven’t we all come through it to this point? Life is a terminal condition, but it hasn’t gotten us yet! We have survived everything she has thrown at us, and will continue to do so until life removes our variable from the equation. And at that point, it ceases to be our problem to solve, our burden to bear; but what if we can circumvent that step?! What if we can cast off those shackles of guilt, and shame, and heartbreak, and embarrassment, and utter despair preemptively? What if we can say to the void that we will not accept the bullshit any longer? What if we can claim our own lives for ourselves? What if we decide that from this moment on we will laugh with no regard for image, and love with every ferocious fiber we possess, and cry when we are sad, but pick ourselves up and move on?! What if we refuse the dogma and stigma and the social norms and mores which would pigeon hole us into thinking that we are limited and broken and hopeless?! That is my challenge, for myself, to myself, from myself! And it WILL be epic!
