Those of us who view the world through skewed dimensions are sometimes chastised for our views just as we are praised for our prose, scoffed at for our verbiage, yet promoted for our aptitude. Which is it, do you suppose? Are we full of overly melodramatic crappola? Or are we passionate expressionists? Do we speak in grandiose terms because we feel more than most, because we see more than most, or are we self-serving attention grabbers who should be ashamed of our selves? Well I, for one, refuse to live my life any other way! I refuse to write any other way, as well. If it's not "fabulous" then, to me, what's the point? I refuse to be mundane, to accept the mundane-ness of our existence. I will continue to see the adventure in the everyday, the drama of a conversation, the beauty of the next-door neighbor's yard, cat, flowers...or wife. I refuse to wear the vestiges of the average man, despite the average-ness of the everyday of this man's life. I will not wear a brown shirt! Don't own one! Won't own one either. Love, life, love-life! You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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