Yipi Yipi Yeah, Yabba Dabba Doo
My title for ‘Six Word Saturday’ sounds like a tabloid headline…or the hook for a Dr Phil segment, right? Well, if I can’t be “out-there” on my own blog, what point is there to being a writer? I’m so used to being considered “weird/strange”…and trying to hide it…that it’s time to stop caring about public opinion. If a certain political leader is “free to be me”, likeable or not (sane or not)—then, I’m going for it too.
I was a different kid, overly-sensitive, fearful… “not of this world” (preferred hidden imaginary one), didn’t fit anywhere; and my home life was dysfunctional, so I needed a hero like nobody’s business. And since there weren’t any live ones within spitting distance, I grabbed the first imaginary one I happened on.
He went everywhere with me…school, church…kept me safe from life in general, as much as an invisible guy can. No surprise that, when I hit puberty/adolescence, I fell madly in love with him.
I guess I always knew I’d be alone in life…so although I foolishly wed a veritable loser (flesh and blood real), as soon as I escaped him, I immediately “called” my one true love…and he came running to the rescue. That’s about it…we married in a small private service, and have been happily-ever-after, ever since.
Sometimes I’m asked, “don’t you get lonely, living alone?” I smile a secret smile. (I can hardly divulge the truth to most people…erasing all doubt that I’m crazy.)
Mr P-I (“Perfect-Invisible”) is excellent company…with few faults. He can’t take out the garbage or haul the laundry back and forth for me, but we’ve never had a cross word between us. He still thinks I’m breathtakingly beautiful, incredibly intelligent, understanding, talented and fun. And he says I’m a fantastic cook…but maybe he’s just imagining it 🙂
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