I'm a strange, pick-up driving, geeky, divorcee with a slightly crazy ex-husband that runs his own bar, I'm surrounded by "normal?", mini-van owning, happily married, annoyingly social, football moms whose reality checks have bounced.
If I pinch my hand in the door of the truck and mutter "fuck" they look at me like the sky is falling.
If I start talking to myself in the backyard, someone's peering over the fence to evaluate my mental health.
If I zone out looking at Christmas lights they whisper about my supposed past or present "drug" usage.
I can run somedays, but I can't hide, except maybe here.
Well, I'm back everyone! And I'll tell you why. There is no other place that I've found that I can be myself, and not get the sideways looks with a wrinkled brow thrown in for effect.
I did need a break to do some self exploration, and after comming out of the depths of my mind mine, I am once again in the sunlight of my own little world and ready to move forward.
I think I2 is too broad a place to define it. It means so much to so many in very different ways. In a way, its the perfect storm... (my realization of AS, the internet and this place all came together, as if just for me)... I'm sure others feel the same for themselves too.