Today, I was reminded of how other I can be. How my tastes and references and words and way of moving through life are so seemingly different. Is that true or did I somehow wander again into a foreign land? I don't think I'm that weird but then again, the mentally ill think everyone else is insane. Who's to say who is and isn't...
It's disheartening though to feel always on the outside, on the fringe. I long for someone to speak MY language for a change rather than constantly changing the way I relate to the world in an effort to be understood. There have only been a few in my life that came close, maybe just one really and even that turned out to be an illusion. Even though I've always loved the line from a forgotten niche indie film, "Illusion must be the scent of something real coming close." It's okay, you probably haven't seen it.
Don't mind me, I'm just feeling some kind of way today and whinging into the void is better than any number of old coping mechanisms I used to employ. It's a made up problem anyway, in a world filled with made up problems.
Here are some new releases from this spring that I really really like.
