Maybe This Is Just Who I AmHave you ever seen Alice In Wonderland? I remember seeing that movie for the first time. I watched, keenly aware of how much I grinned as she went on her fantastic journey. I was no stranger to delusional adventures. Being my fathers only child, and living with him nearly all the time, I was more than accustomed to delving into my own imagination for entertainment. I would pack up my belongings and set out on some sort of adventure in the garden of our apartment building. And when I couldn't do that I drew and wrote. I preferred my own company to the dullness of other children my age. I did not understand their structured games of tag; the limits, to me, defeated the purpose of having fun. So I suppose I never truly felt connected to my peers.
And after the trauma of losing both my father and a long term boyfriend, I do find it difficult to cope. I much prefer my books, my notebook, my instruments and my clay to that of human company at times. I find contentment in solitude; it isn't so much that I prefer being alone, but sometimes I feel like I just simply do not connect with others. So instead, while they're trapped here, I'm off in my Wonderland.