Karen, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad one. LOL I have been told I am a charachter for as long as I can recall. I mean even little. I guess it's my personality.
I did write a paper in oneof those psych classes I had. You had to write your autobiography. Lord, knows why, but we did.
So, I wrote just the truth of course. This was way before I did any drug. Man, if I had added that nightmare I bet I'd have gotten a A+++++++++.
So the guy hands the papers back and says he wants to see me after the class, and he held on to my paper. I was thinking "Just great. This guy probably wants me commited". Honestly that went through my head, and I wasn't sure if he could 302 me. Now that's a scare. LOL
Well, it seems he thought my writing was incredible, and I had a knack for writing. Big whoop. He then likened my writing to SYLVIA PLATH!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm thinking "Uhhhh, this lady lived UNDER a house for how long? Then the poor soul commited suicide. Should I be flattered or PO'd?"
No. He was interested in events in my life and how I dealt with them. Starting by how I was born in a blizzard, and nobody could dig out their cars so my went in an ambulance.
Then how my biological Pop's wasn't able to pick us up from the hospital because he was locked up along with six of his brothers.
Seems while my mom was giving birth they were all betting on my birth weight. Of course at a bar. Well, one brother said he was cloest, and another begged to differ so an all out brawl went down. The whole lot of them got locked up.
So, I guess I could write a book. LOL Only not "The Bell Jar". On my worse day I didn't crawl under a house and live under there.
Poor, poor Sylvia Plath. What a sin to lose such a talented woman. I'mmma go now to start my book. YOu guys will all be in it. No names of course.
Thank you for the compliment, Karen. I am available for parties if ya need a jokester. I'm KIDDING.