This Weird Girl

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Category: Whisps

  • Arrived

    It has arrived. I started consistently needing reading glasses at 49 years. It has arrived. I turned 50 years old. It has arrived. I’m in my vision. I can’t remember how many years I’ve envisioned myself working at a computer, writing or studying, with a pair of glasses on. Interestingly, I never wore glasses, and…

  • Race-Bait

    I have light colored skin, but I’m not white. According to our race-obsessed society I’m a white person. But if I hold a piece of copy paper up to my skin it’s obvious I’m not white. I have a more of a pinkish-brown antique white shade. Whatever. If you clicked this post because of the…

  • Whisps

    I’m almost 50, and short-term memories are disappearing. But my long-term memory is exceptionally good, though losing their color a bit. I’m going to start jotting them down as they come to mind. I’m in an older vehicle right now that still has manual rolling windows and small cup holders. I stuck my giant iced…