It’s a jungle out there.

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A tribe is different from family. If you’re a little odd around the edges, your family learns how to deal with it because the chemicals and codes your biology share tells them that your survival is important. Your tribe is made up of people who share your specific flavour of freaky. These people see what you try to hide and they don’t flinch. They chose to keep you around. They could leave… but they don’t. That means something. It’s so comforting and life affirming to feel someone celebrate your joys with you and understand why you get emotional about what matters to you. I highly recommend it. Frees up a lot of time spent explaining yourself.

I learned the following when I started finding my tribe: Firstly, they tend to move in groups, whether it’s an action cricket team or a book club, they’ve probably started assembling already. All you have to do is what you already like doing, they like that too, so they’ll be there. You’ll know when you meet kin because they speak your language. (My tribe, for example, speaks a mix of profanity, cynicism and sarcasm.) So most importantly, just be yourself hey. If you pretend to be someone else you will attract someone else’s tribe, and trust me, trying to fit in with the wrong tribe is the loneliest feeling I’ve known. It can drive you crazy, take you to some real dark places and convince you of strange things like “YOU’RE the weird one”. But once you have just one more member of your tribe the relief of being able to just do you is very liberating. It really does “take a village” and with the right support and some true understanding you can start living among your natives instead of struggling to survive among strangers. Suddenly, even negotiating with an entirely alien tribe (like in my case, people who “don’t read”…I can’t even…) becomes a cinch, because you’re not insecure about being so very obviously different. Not fitting in doesn’t mean you’re gonna feel alone forever, but not being yourself will most definitely make you feel lonely.

And back.

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And I brought a few monsters back with me.

Quote by the Marquis de Sade. I first heard it in the film Quills, which I highly recommend if you’re starved for something to watch.

Love like yoghurt.

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I just adore this quote by Jarod Kintz! Follow him on Twitter or have a look at his Facebook page if you would like to investigate for yourself. The man is a bit of an enigma… the interwebs seems to be crawling with his quotes, and yet there’s no trace of factual information about him to be found. And I use the word ‘factual’ very lightly, even Wikipedia is stumped. Who ever he may be, he seems to know me very well… ^_^

He also authored three definitions on Urban Dictionary which I thoroughly enjoy:

Sexistentialism: A philosophy that proposes that a person should live for the moment, because when you die, you’re screwed. A big proponent of this was Sartre, Kama Sartre.

The Mythical Mr. Boo: A man so elusive, so mysterious, that nobody’s 100 percent sure he even exists. And although there are sceptics out there, they can’t prove that he doesn’t exist. One thing’s for sure, he has a reputation of a mystic, urban guru.

The Mythical Mr. Boo is intergenerational. If you are what you wear, he is his own grandma.

The Mythical Mr. Boo is like a fog that creeps about your window while you are fornicating with your wife. And just like fog, if the police ever catch him, he’ll be cleared by morning.

Ourafoura: An entity that hovers over the subconscious like a fog, yet avoids fields and pastures like cows avoid escalators. His wisdom is exceeded only by the vagueness of his memory. He is fond of saying many things, some of which are more cryptic than others. Orafoura, aside from being an entity, can also be described as a spontaneous feeling, like making a chicken suit from scratch, and not making it out of yellow feathers, but out of scrambled eggs. One of his favorite sayings is, “You must be the perspiration when all the world is deodorant.” But that’s just all talk, because Orafoura has no sweat glands.

I am a presence that fills up a room, like the laughter that comes from deep within a child who only has one lung.

 

Fo’ yo’ gnomies.

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Today’s doodle is a free download! Yay! Print, cut, TADA! Gift tag! Or just a card… a quick ‘hello’ written on the back and given to the right person can be a very real gift too. Sometimes just hearing from someone makes you smile ^_^

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The later the hour – the lovelier the lunatic.

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Everybody might be crazy lately, but can anybody survive it? When you have a vision that won’t let you sleep, you might as well make an effort to make a success of it. Let the sun set on the sane, the later the hour – the lovelier the lunatic.

“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep.” – Rumi