So since yesterday I got indications that I may be further from the center of the spectrum of normality than I had previously thought. It begins with socky and the other green sock. I decided to wear them to work with my khaki skirt and olive green shirt. My boss Stella goes, its great that your shirt matches so well. I replied, especially since I was going to wear them no matter what. She just laughs, hard. Do I have that different a way of thinking?
So I ask some people on a scale of 1 to 10 how abnormal am I. The similarity of responses is that there are further outliers, so in comparison I don’t make the 10.
Since I am so abnormal (although I have to put out that normal is just a social concept and can change over time, considering at one time in one culture human sacrifice was normal), I decided to show a shining moment.
My creations are not always planned out painstakingly in advance. Sometimes inspiration strikes at the appropriate moment. So this moment came the day before my sister’s wedding and reception. We were decorating the fire hall and my sister told me to arrange the forks. So I did.
This is why when someone at the wedding commented on the forks, I said did Courtney tell you to say this. Apparently not, someone actually appreciated my art.