Perfection

I look at the basic Hershey chocolate bar and think it's perfection. Each rectangular piece exactly the same. And I imagine sheets and sheets of uncut and stacked Hershey slabs and the temptations I would feel if allowed to run amok and unsupervised in the Hershey's factory ...... and I don't need no snobby Euro chocolate. It wouldn't compare in my mind. Nor do I care to hear any Euro attitude about inferior Hershey or American chocolate. 

And I'm even of the opinion that if the girl scouts included a free Hershey bar with each box of mint cookies they sell, that would be about as good as life can possibly get.

Freak For a Day ..... errrr Lifetime

Without getting too deeply into specifics, I've come to the realization that I am a freak. 

I used to feel like a part of normal people and society, but I now acknowledge that there are enough traits that few share with me and that puts me in the category of freak. People don't get me. Like I was going through some technicalities of getting my work pension started and I said to the guy: "So do I tell people I'm retired now?" (I plan to keep working for a while even as I draw the monthly payments.) He took it as a serious question when in fact, it was just an awkward attempt at humor.

Another case in point .... If asked what my favorite dinner drink would be? Something the normal majority of folks having reached the official status of adult, (even senior adult such as I), would respond to with, coffee, wine or tea ..... I would say coke or milk. 

One more example ..... If asked about weekend plans, instead of going hiking, to the coast or skiing, I'd express excitement over a potential trip to the vinyl record store.

Remember That Old Song .... I Don't Like Spiders and Snakes?

Each time I blindly reach into my mailbox, (especially at night when it's dark), I suddenly become filled with thoughts and fears that just maybe there's a venomous spider, snake or rat in there, just waiting to bite.