And she thinks I’m too loud, but her friend finds me too quiet…

And I’m definitely too much on the whole…
but still not quite enough.

There are times when I’ve been handsome, beautiful even, when the mood strikes you… yet entirely too plain, too ugly, too average for most.

Let’s take note — I was too serious, yet far too funny… Too tough, too soft… Too friendly, yet distant… so very distant.

Sometimes I’m just too smart, too experienced, too informed, yet I know nothing, can’t hold my own, and am such a dumbass…

Tomorrow I’ll be just right, but today I’m just not?
Yesterday though… yesterday I was perfect… but still I wasn’t… just ask him.

And everyone has an opinion, like somehow my body, my personality, my actions, my very soul is up for debate, correction, change at the whim of the public, the call of the masses, the directive of the individual… the demand of you…

So fuck it, I think. Who cares what the collective you thinks, what you want, what you need…

Yet I do care! I want the world to voicelessly proclaim in silent adoration how much I’ve suffered, how greatly I’ve performed, how far I’ve exceeded expectation, how worthy I am of spoils beyond number for what I’ve done, what I will do… what I wish I’d done…

But realistically I know we are programmed to see the faults. We are designed to see what’s wrong, what can be better, what isn’t like us… or isn’t like how we’d like to see ourselves, more likely…

So I’ll simply continue to be too me…
And you can continue to be way too you…

And we’ll absolve ourselves to disagreeing about our general perfection and imperfection as we must… as we should.

Was looking through my Sunday eReading and stumbled upon these gems to possibly lighten & enlighten on a weekend morning.
Take with coffee or tea… Maybe a croissant if you’re into that sort of thing — Which, I AM! — and enjoy!

Prince’s Fridge. Yes, the musician. Yes, he likes Dunk-a-roos  and mustard… and apparently not much else!

A Brilliant Resignation Letter. (Granted, it’s not quite as outrageous as the manager’s notes from this Domino’s Firing, but you have to respect it’s good use of grammar.)

Lana Del Rey scandalously hates on Ms. Gaga in a leaked song… And I actually kinda liked it. There’s just something about the sing-song lilt coupled with such hateful words that appeals for some reason. (Sorry Monsters… As a song, it’s not so bad!)

A preview of the New Cosmos was revealed… I fell in love with the original series over 20 years ago during my late afternoon “Special Topics in Science Class.” Let’s hope the new one does Sagan justice.

This Tumblr is delightfully wrong and absolutely in need of professional help. (Of course, I was immediately in love with it for ALL the wrong reasons!)

I’ve been considering doing this: 23 & me.

MARTHA STEWART! I must admit: I love me some Martha! There’s just something about a woman who can first show you how to roll a joint, kinda admit she’s been in a ménage á trois, and in the next sentence tells you how to easily and effectively make the best cheesecake EVER!  Best Line from the article: “Zero. Fucks. Given.” and I really think it’s true!

This macro photography of Oil, Ink, & Soap will delight the eyes and blow the mind. (Or, at the very least, give you something pretty awesome to look at for a second! )

Bill Murray. BILL MURRAY! Really, enough said there…

Oh, yeah… and a lesson on how to give a commanding whistle with the fingers in the mouth. You know, that loud, obnoxious whistle that gets EVERYONE’S attention! (Naw, it didn’t work for me, either…)

I guess that was a strong dose of WTF from your very special purveyor of such:  Me! Enjoy! ;D

~H