New Meaning

Words take on their own shape and meaning sometimes as I use them. I sense dual or multiple usages when in fact there is only one. One meaning. No one else but me would mistake the use, creating mental malapropos just for the joy of doing it.

            I am no doubt considered quirky. I simply look in someone’s eyes, and see: Quirky reflected, straight back at me. But is there a level of quirk? As in quirkiness? I think not! You are either quirky or not, without achieving degrees or standards. And the same with: Weird. No, I am not weird, at least not by my definition. Therefore I cannot attain weirdness. One is weird or not. Weird is an achievement, a mental and physical state.

            However, and you knew this coming didn’t you, wired is a whole additional kettle of fish, to put it in mongering terms. We are all successfully wired, but to degrees. Of all the people I know you are certainly wired the most different from me. Believe it. In addition, “wired” has an organic flux that is visible to the eye. So each day I can contemplate my wiredness and set out to fill the destiny as charged.

            Look me in the eye, will you.