Happy November everyone.
Over the past few weeks, I was bombarded by the honesty of children.
One of them was very young; she told me I was weird. You could tell she wasn’t exactly trying to be mean; it was more like she was trying to engage with me admirably. In fairness, this was in the parking lot after dancing at a wedding reception.
The other kid was a teenager and it was during a Sunday morning meet and greet at a Baptist church. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and then told me I look fruity while he gestured to my hair.
I’ve learned two things about this over the years: “it takes courage to unashamedly be yourself and allow that to be expressed outwardly”; and, “you can’t be offended whenever regular people can’t pallet, recognize, or understand your expressions, regardless of its substance.
Check out my latest playlist I’ve been jamming on Spotify ⭐️
Completely unrelated - I just saw The Black Cauldron for the first time, and it’s only a tad underrated unlike that YouTube video essay tried to make me believe. It IS very spooky thought ;)
