Meowser

It's early right now...well, comparatively speaking...it's actually getting close to bed time. I hope I dream about unknown gremlins.

I thought I had a gremlin because I wanted there to be one. In fact, it was my son who was the gremlin but I went all day thinking I had a poltergeist because I didn't ask if he did it until later this evening.

Which begs the question....why do we try so hard to keep our reality in tact? My reality this morning was simple. I took my clothes off, dropped them on the bathroom floor and then got in the shower. When I got out, my shirt was gone. I knew 2 things at that moment and they created my reality. 1) My son was asleep - and it's just the two of us here. 2) I had had previous feelings of being watched in my apartment - nothing creepy, just an acknowledgment of what I felt was another presence.

I went through the day with my slice of reality, telling all who would listen this wonderful story with excitement and wonderment. When asked if my son moved it I replied negatively because I knew he was asleep (without having asked him this). I also pointed out fervently point number 2 above. These two small little things only served to excite my listeners and bring on tales of personal hauntings or poltergeists they'd seen/felt. The first point probably would have been enough to engage my listeners, but I've always had a flair for the dramatic.....and the ability to talk endlessly about the same thing.

Later today I find out, by simply asking my son if he moved my shirt, that yes he had moved it and it was in fact not anything supernatural - unless you want to wonder why he just took my shirt and not the rest of my clothes.....

I have a need...driving me to distraction at times....to turn the ordinary into something more. I'm never satisfied with just being enough, ordinary, normal, the same. Even unique isn't unique enough for me. I have to be the top dawg....the queen kitten....the maverick.....but I lack the creativity. So my reality stays as it is. Supremely normal with a lot of love, laughter, quirks, and drama of my own making.