You don’t get
me.
I’m not upset
by it, nor am I bothered by it. I just
need you to know that you don’t get me.
You’ve never
met anyone like me before, but because I resemble others you’ve dealt with in
the past you’re inclined to treat me the same way you treat them. Sorry.
That won’t fly.
I am so
complex that I can’t even fully articulate my complexities. I want things that I have never seen
before. I crave flavors that I’ve never
tasted. I dream of changing the
world. I have a desire to make an
impact. I’m not ok with mediocre. I don’t have a complacent bone in my
body. I believe I can do all things and
if you roll with me I need you to believe the same about yourself. The world is my oyster and I intend to take
all that has been laid out for me. I
don’t have time for your complaining.
Your whining gets on my last nerve. Your negative energy is cancerous and I can’t
run from it fast enough. I’m not better
than you; I’m just different. I’m
quirky. Odd. Perhaps strange even. I wear gloves every day of the year. I stroll with a parasol. I am that anal about my skin. I adore overcast skies. I live for the sound of thunder. I am unashamed of my naivety. I will break my neck trying to do it myself
before I ask anyone for help. I always
want to know why. I will never be an
animal rights activist. I have a grand
sense of adventure. I don’t believe
you’re ever too old for anything. I
don’t believe in talking; I believe in doing.
I hate procrastinators.
Some of you
have known me for years and you feel you know me well. I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m sorry…chances
are you know very little of me – and that’s not completely your fault. I spent so many years trying to be what I
thought others expected of me. So many
years trying to fit in. So many years
suppressing the real me, and it just got old.
So freaking tiring. And to what
end? For what reason? For who’s benefit? For what purpose? Did it get me any further? Were the masses all that pleased with me? It didn’t matter, because I wasn’t pleased
with myself. I wasn’t proud of who I
was. There was so much about me that I
was keeping locked away not because I was afraid of what you might think, but
because I feared you wouldn’t understand.
Well now I just don’t give a rip one way or the other. It’s clear that most don’t understand why I
do the things that I do, and that is A-ok with me. I’ve learned to embrace my eccentricities and
my weirdness in a way that keeps a smile planted on my face. I’m good.
I’m so good and most of you don’t even get that.
My name is
Jasmynne Shaye, and this is me STEPPING ON A FEW TOES.
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