The Wise One: What do mean you don’t care what people think of you?!
Because I don’t, sis. I really don’t.
But I care what people think about you! You’re my baby sister!
Sis… I care what you think. Because I love you. The rest of the world though, as far as I’m concerned, can literally go fly a kite.
The Wise One: The world has rules that everyone has to abide to and you can’t just walk around pretending that those rules don’t apply to you!
Sis… this world is dark and painful and silly and driven by fear. And I will not spend my life following rules that were designed to keep me sad, despondent and trapped. I. Will. Not.
The Wise One: I just don’t understand you…
I, the Urban Single Mom, am the kind of girl most girls just don’t understand.
Geographically, financially, even physically… I am just like everyone else.
I have the same worries, lacks and abilities as most team members of Club Female, but I have always known that I have never been the type of woman other women gravitate towards… and I have also always known exactly why.
It’s my head, you see. It’s the way my head works.
If I had superpowers, I would have swapped my head for someone else’s who works a little bit more normally decades ago, but I don’t have superpowers, and so over the years I have learnt to accept (and enjoy, if I’m being perfectly honest!) the fact that my brain is a little wonky.
Because of this… wonkiness, I don’t react to things the way I should.
I walked away from a man who put an engagement ring on my finger and who I thought I would love forever, with two kids, both under the age of three, with no real job and no real idea on how to be a mother much less be a single parent… because he didn’t treat me with kindness any more.
I stopped talking to my biological father when I was 12 because he said something disrespectful towards my mother in my presence, and never regretted it. Not even for a day.
In fact, I had to be convinced to attend his funeral.
Some days I have a glass of wine at 10h00 because it feels good.
Sometimes my soul connects more with Buddhist teachings than Christian ones. Some nights I have coffee to make me sleep.
My best friend in the entire world is a white homosexual guy who now lives in the United Kingdom, because this ‘dark, painful, silly world with it’s equally silly rules’ won’t allow him to kiss the lips of his lover in public, adopt a child or get married in his home country.
I am not fond of wearing shoes, even in public, because my toes deserve their freedom.
I still hug my exes because I don’t believe in failures, I believe in ‘incompatibilities’.
I walk away from people because their energy upsets my own.
I make massive mistakes raising The Trolls, and I do incredible things as well.
Walking to the beat of your own drum is… lonely.
But your drum is the only one you’ve got.
