Why Does There Have To Be A Fence?
So I am right in the middle of a thought about fences. And I figured, since I happen to be on Tumblr right now, that I would articulate these thoughts through my fingers, into the keyboard and see how they come out the other side.
Lets skip over the intro 101 explanation of hedge stuff.
And go right to the part where I wonder why there's a hedge or a fence at all? This is a distinction we make ourselves. We have determined there must be a border, and that we are gonna straddle it, like cats singing love songs in the moonlight.
Because without that line, that fence, that hedge, we might slip into realms that are hard for others to really... grasp.
Perhaps you, reader, are familiar with these folks, who, have somewhat crossed the line. They take their spirit talks a little too serious, they think every plant, every bird, every gust of wind, is some message or something. It is very hard for me to put this into words without sounding offensive, because that line is different for everyone. Some people can jump into the deep end and not drown. Some can't.
Some people really like to abuse their metaphors, and mix and match them like wearing a leopard print jacket over an army camo t-shirt. I did this earlier today.
Walking that line of "crazy" is really, really hard.
(The wind is gusting, like its pushing to get in. For a moment, it really felt like it was gonna just bust through the wall. It's not even supposed to be windy here, it followed me, I think.)
Being on that fence, maybe it means that half the people think you are perfectly sane, the other half think you are stark raving mad. Doesn't answer the question though, does it?
