• I feel like no one truly understands me. When I say something it seems to never reach the person. Like a little wall had formed before my words and they heard what I said but not what I meant or intended. Each little movement I make they say is wrong. And I think there is no right thing there is always an alternative. No matter what you do it's you not them not their right it's your right. I may be shy round some but busting with things to say to others. Either way they all hear me but choose not to respond. Maybe their minds don't capture as mine. So what? My mind and all others are equal but the difference is. None of them are right and they all think they are right. When I say that Winter is better than Summer. You must or might have to disagree. I think one way you think another. I think slow and fast as I want. You think one way. I have three gears of my world and you have one and set off with it. I see a fork in the road. You choose one and continue forth while I choose one and come back and try the second road. And so forth with my life. I don't like a decision I come back and try another. You write on a sticky note to remember but I won't remember the sticky note. You make a list for me to check for chores. I won't remember the list. You give me allergy pills to take every day. I forget them for a week and remember them again. You may think wow she's dumb. But think again maybe I'm smarter than anyone maybe I'm cluesless but if it weren't for the clueless there should be no smart. So think does my world make any sense to you. It does to me but then again it's my world. I think my world is a maze never to be opened. Everyone could be happy if you think about it. In my world if there was no money there would be no stealers beggars or robbers think should we need money to complicate things? I don't think so. But that's your thought if you don't agree. The indians probably were very happy. If only I could see the indians in their time. It was probably amazing.