Looking differently...
Many look at me differently, mostly because I look at all things differently. Going through life having a liberal mom, weed, and a multitude of schools kept me open minded. No, I did not do weed early in my 1st year of school! I didn't need it to maintain living with mom, or the complexities of being in school. Mom was very liberal with weed, to the point of picking me up from school, and getting lost in the Santa Cruz mountains. Thank God, I never stayed in one school longer than a year until Jr High. From each new school, I hoped for different out comes, but it was forced learning in how to fit in. I soon gave up, once I realized I could never match the pay grade of the classmates around me. New cloths, most don't get, because they were the baby of 2 or 3, within the family. Until I reached high school they did not make pre worn looking cloths on the racks. Let alone, I totally disliked Converse and Kidds shoes. Once mom had moved I was soon having to relearn what fits in once more. Then my odd growth spurt, made looking for cloths even more tricky. So by the time I graduated early from high school, I was ready to enter the world of non conformity. I had been completely removed of fashion and pop culture. Being color blind helped a lot, when searching for cloths I liked. I went by feel and fit. Mom complemented me on my light pink shirt, and wondered if I washed the white shirt in with colours. As for people noticing my lack of fashion, I had no clue, as I did not care about being stared at, if I had taken notice. I look differently around my surroundings. Taking notice of what usually is not much noticeable. Until my colour blindness thwarts my color matching efforts. Green stripey sock on the left, and a red stripey on the other. I did not bother noticing peoples complexion much, when I had too many wrong attempts at diagnosing sun burn over a nice spray on tan. Not on me, but others around me. It was not easy them to take a complement... Nice sun tan... to someone who has been out way too long in the sun. So eventually I kept my fashion down to T-shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes. No matter what event, or time of day it be. No, I did not sleep in them! Black was easy enough to match too. Then there is how I look at others. God forbid anyone askes... how does this look? I have had one guy ask, if I like women? Yeah, was my reply, and his was... and you didn't notice. When I get odd questions like that, it confuses the hell out of me. Luckily everyone around me is an unknown intity, so I an move just about anywhere at any given time, and free myself from further confusion. Normally I get odd poking jokes from my cousin. No not the one with a Croqette incident. His smarter bro, which always has something funny to talk about. Since he always had a posse around him, I would feel he would corner me into a laugh or two. I met up with them at a Burger King. I sat down with my order, next to my cousin, who was wearing a Burger King paper crown, while in the middle of razzing with the guys around the table. He stopped and said, hey that girl likes you... look at your shake, its huge! What?... I always get them that way. After explaining no to his request, to have me ask her for her number, he continued on with where he left off. That is one of the one of the many times, he would have me attempt at doing something, that I normally would not do. So in a nut shell I rarely notice, when too many things are to notice around me, so I catagorize of importance. Like driving... Don't ask how many people are in a particular car, or its color. Non importance is non existant until it becomes interactive.. such as flashing signage, buildings, road ways, signal lights, and cars moving between lanes. Only once I have allowed a distraction, when it was clear on coming car would stop before turning to across my lane. Because of it, I got T-boned. From there on, even with shopping cart in hand, I will quickly determine lane change of on coming crossing on my right of way. Saved my ass a few times, with blind drivers. From all the odd experiences in a life time, I honestly say, if everyone crosses their eyes and look at everything that way, every thing will be completely normal, though driving will not have any normality, what so ever. You could run a red light and nobody would notice. A cop probably stop killing by constantly missing his aim. Though if you loose one of your children in a crowd, you may not even notice until much later, saving you heart break. You end up owning twice as much as before. Imagine only paying half for everything, when paying with cash. Wait they will try and sell you two at a time, so nobody gets taken. At least the economy will automatically normalize. Eventually if women do their make up cross eyed, they will all look pretty much the same, part Picaso, part Escher, out side of cloths and physical shape. See normalcy just happens thinking about everyone crossing their eyes. Maybe, I been around mom too much, when she tokes up. Anyway what is normal, is strange, depending on how you look at it.
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