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mayamaiaPeople are being odd. Why does this bother me? I mean really... I grew up with it. I AM freaky and strange. But I guess I need other people to be normal so I get to be the odd one.
*sigh* Times are tough. I need to not live near Berkeley, so I can be happily kooky, and not feel the need to be normal to balance the world out.
How strange to feel dependent on ordinary people, so I can be extraordinary. I always thought it was the other way around. Maybe their desire for freedom frightened me enough to make my desire for structure go unnoticed.
Where's my robot when I need him?
*sigh* Times are tough. I need to not live near Berkeley, so I can be happily kooky, and not feel the need to be normal to balance the world out.
How strange to feel dependent on ordinary people, so I can be extraordinary. I always thought it was the other way around. Maybe their desire for freedom frightened me enough to make my desire for structure go unnoticed.
Where's my robot when I need him?
