Another story of mine about me! Woo hoo! Buckle your seat-belts, and please keep all limbs inside the vehicle at all times. If you feel you need to go to the restroom at anytime, please get up from your computer and find the nearest john. Thank you and enjoy the ride!
Normal relationships? Hah, that’s a good one. I don’t have normal relationships. I used to, back when I was in highschool. Have normal relationships, that is. Seems that wings kinda screw that up. I move around a lot. So, staying around in one area long enough to make friends is difficult. Staying around in one area for a long time isn’t something I can do that often, but I do come back to the bigger cities every once in a while. It’s tough.
Unless you like that kind of thing, I would advise you all to stay away the loner life. Even if you don’t find someone to have and to hold, or whatever you want to call it these days, try to keep some friends around. Friends make sure you don’t go insane. Or at least they make sure you don’t go insane alone. They help solve problems, they make problems, they comfort you, you comfort them, it’s really a good thing. It really is.
That being said, I’ve been a loner most of my life. After I graduated highschool, I went on to work a few odd jobs here and there. I stayed mostly to myself, just made enough money to get by, and lived my life the way I thought was best. Well, after the wings grew out, I realized how important friends really are. Since I have a “gift” that makes it difficult to meet people who won’t freak out when they find out about it, I feel like I’ve wasted my time. All the time I could have spent making friends, clubbing, whatever, I could have done that instead of being alone with myself.
The only solace I have is that I made a few friends in some of the big cities, people who are either too jaded to care, or people who, well, can’t see me. I don’t think I could ever imagine being blind. Blind people live a life in darkness, and yet still live productive lives for the most part, without being able to see a rose, see Niagra Falls, see the beauties of the world. They can’t “look” at the person they talk to. But yet, even with their problems, they continue to go on with their lives. They become respected members of society. My hope, my dream, is to one day be like the blind person that continues with their life. Right now I guess I’m at a standstill, or maybe just a rest stop on the road of life.
I will get over my difficulties, and hopefully will get out of this rest stop and back on the highway. All it takes is time.
On Angel’s Wings,
RFeathers