I was getting some help, or to be more precise, getting the runaround from somebody at work. I’ve been working on this runaround for a while.

Early on, a particular woman had helped me. Today, she saw me again and said “You STILL haven’t got that thing you needed yet?”

No. No I haven’t.

And then it became clear that I would need some rubber stamping from some other somebody. An important sombody.

She said to me, “You shouldnt’ have to do that. You don’t really belong here.”

WHAT?!

‘You know where I see you? You should be in hollywood”

I do not know where this is comign from.

But then it seemd to make sense. She was saying that I was a creative person. She could jsut tell, from the handful of times we had spoken, that I was an artist.

I think there are people who respond to that, and understand that is who and what I am.

And to be honest. I think pretty much everybody can tell that I don’t belong here.

Here being almost anywhere. THe artist does not belong.

The artist, the creative type, is apart from thing.

Some people admire that.

Some people fear it.

That explains a lot.