I’ve had strangers tell me they wanted to have some of whatever I was smoking. The smile on their face told me it wasn’t fake, as they weren’t biting the flesh on my back in resentment of my happiness, and trying to dim my shine. They had seen the strength of my attitude blazing with gratitude, and contagion had set in. They wanted some, and I had it to share.
This gal reminded me of that foreign feeling where weird meets fun and acceptance, by a stranger. It didn’t come with doubt, worry, or fading purpose, it rode in on a white horse with tail afire. The dust it left behind by stomping across my brain, was this post. Good luck with Facebook gal although it looks like you’re doing great
with WordPress, so you might not need it.