"...you can't catch me, I'm the who-knows-what-shaped man"

(Pre-Script: This post and the song "Unwritten," #5 on the playlist, go together like milk and warm cookies, so before you read it, go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)

To everyone who has ever wondered why the letter pronounced as "double you" is not actually called "double v," and/or why the word "phonetic" is not actually spelled phonetically, I have this to say:

I think that often the people who think they are getting it all wrong are often the ones getting it the most right. Maybe you were told that you needed to fit into a box or someone elses cookie cutter shape, but only parts of yourself fit into the cookie cutter shape, the rest just spilled out all over and left a sloppy mess that cannot be formed into someone's ideal cookie shape. But who is the one wielding the cookie cutter anyway? Some little infant in a full grown sized body who is getting old. Because all of the little infants in full grown bodies are getting old. They are also getting stale and crusty, much like the cookies they tried to force into their perfect little shapes. But your life was never meant to be a cookie cutter shape for the infants in full grown bodies getting old. The infants in full grown bodies getting old just want to eat you, and get fat. Fatter and old, but never older, never more enlightened or mature, never wise. If you let them force you into their mold then bake you and eat you, guess what, you will become what ate you. You are what you eat, and you are what you let eat you, too.

-XOXO,