Wouldn’t it be nice to live in a world where your intricacies and perhaps homicidal tendencies were looked upon with love? Where you were accepted for who you were and what you did? I would love to be Morticia, beautiful with her long black hair and tight black dresses.
That is not our world darklings and if you should find a darkling or gothling to match you. Or a normal person to who understands you, you’ve probably found your match. And if you find something to do, most of us won’t be billionaires living off our money without thought, that makes you happy and some money, you’ve probably found your calling. My calling makes me very little, if any, money as yet but it’s what makes me happy. Happy as say, Gomez hitting golf balls off his roof or Moritica cutting the roses of her rose bushes. They didn’t make any money but if fulfilled them with that morbid naturalness that is us.
My husband is not Gomez. We do not Waltz at midnight in our family plot. But he’s one of those normal guys who pretty much accepts my eccentricities. So it’s possible. Don’t give up hope.
Hi Krista,
Good to read that you seem to be pretty much back to normal after your snow nightmare and your unexpected adventure. Hope all are warm and well at your house and ready for a nice weekend.
Blessings,
Linda
I would give an appendage, a very small one that I don’t use to write, for some pain pills from my adventure and a calm weekend. The snow dream is done. It came to fruittion. Now I know what to look out for if I have another dream like that one. I hope you have a peaceful weekend too. But from where you said you live, you don’t have much of a choice. 🙂
You have more Adam’s in you than you think…maybe a long lost cousin twice removed but there is something there. Your husband, like mine, loves you for who you are or he wouldn’t have married you. What a cool guy! I think Mike & I balance each other very nicely. He keeps me from falling into the dark abyss & instead of losing himself in politics or baseball scores, I keep him noticing things like flowers, a glowing moon or even a pretty tomb stone. I think he’d even waltz with me at midnight. I bet yours would too. 🙂
My husband might waltz depending on how much he had to drink and saddly, I am the world’s worst dancer. lol But like I said, he’ll tell me I’m weird but he married me so… He would never go graveyard visiting with me except for one special one, but my kids do. They’re still young and don’t quite get it. They think they’re statues and art, which I do to. At least the art part. I spent a good chunk of my life being called either Wednesday or Morticia. lol So you may be right on that point. They do have a big family. Plenty of room for me. And you if you want to be a cousin too. lol