dear notice this diary,
in order to have something special, you have to have something worth noticing that could be special, or you have to be someone who is special to notice something unspecial people do not. where to get that something or find that someone is all up to the person who decides which category they want to be in- or sometimes the category chooses them, or there are those exceptions where one person fits BOTH categories. it is this individual i pity. we call these members in our society superstars and i couldn't imagine living the way they have to live. see, i stick out like a sore thumb where ever i go and i don't really mind, but at the same time- i am not special. sure, i openly practice voodoo and cast spells and believe in the afterlife and talk to the spirits, but nobody flocks up to me screaming for my autograph- and i've kept sharpie pens in my purse now for years. flashbulbs stopping traffic used to give me a thrill in beverly hills when i wore my big floppy hat and dark glasses. now i can still stop traffic, i just wear my dark glasses and flip the birds.