The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of an autistic bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Collecting Strays

November 16, 2017

When I was in high school, I felt like a misfit, so I gathered misfits around me. We weren’t cool. We weren’t popular. Actually, most of us were rather troubled. But we were loyal friends. There really is strength in numbers. Being drawn to the oddballs of the world has also made me intolerant of…

When I was in high school, I felt like a misfit, so I gathered misfits around me. We weren’t cool. We weren’t popular. Actually, most of us were rather troubled. But we were loyal friends. There really is strength in numbers.

Being drawn to the oddballs of the world has also made me intolerant of the intolerant. (Yeah, yeah. I know. So sue me.) If you are rigid, closed-minded, or judgmental, I tend to lose patience with you. I’m more at home reveling in the differences. That’s just how I roll.

This habit of collecting strays (which one friend calls my tendency to attract three-legged dogs), has served me well. I’ve met some amazing people that way. I’ve never related to the overly pretty (and, for that matter, overly petty) people of this world, the ones who are extremely concerned about what others think. Social standing doesn’t interest me. Image bores me.

Sometimes this bites me in the butt, though. I’ve never had a boyfriend who could be considered a huge success at life. The struggles of my lovers have too often become my own. But hey, we were in it together, and that counts for a lot.

Sometimes I long for normal, but I’d be hard-pressed to figure out what to do with it. So, if you’re feeling like a wallflower, come stand by me. I’ll make room.

wallflower

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lyn sutton

Nov 16, 2017 at 4:33 pm

The Wallflower is an old-fashioned garden flower which, although a perennial is usually grown as an annual or biennial because it tends to ‘bloom itself to death’. [ Overachievers?]
This 12″-24″ plant produces a profusion of fragrant, brightly colored flowers all spring making it an excellent choice for your butterfly garden, flower bed, or garden border.
Wallflowers benefit from transplanting while they are young. This helps the plant to develop a thick, robust root system, which enables them to survive the elements better. Pinching the plant back often will produce a fuller, bushier plant. [A pinch to grow an inch?]
For more see http://www.thegardenhelper.com/wallflower.html
We wallflowers, when tended properly, do nature proud and feed the bees and butterflies! 🙂

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The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of an autistic bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Collecting Strays

When I was in high school, I felt like a misfit, so I gathered misfits around me. We weren’t cool. We weren’t popular. Actually, most of us were rather troubled. But we were loyal friends. There really is strength in numbers.

Being drawn to the oddballs of the world has also made me intolerant of the intolerant. (Yeah, yeah. I know. So sue me.) If you are rigid, closed-minded, or judgmental, I tend to lose patience with you. I’m more at home reveling in the differences. That’s just how I roll.

Sometimes this bites me in the butt, though. I’ve never had a boyfriend who could be considered a huge success at life. The struggles of my lovers have too often become my own. But hey, we were in it together, and that counts for a lot.

Sometimes I long for normal, but I’d be hard-pressed to figure out what to do with it. So, if you’re feeling like a wallflower, come stand by me. I’ll make room.

Like the way my weird mind works? Then you’ll enjoy my book! http://amzn.to/2mlPVh5

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The random musings of an autistic bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Collecting Strays

When I was in high school, I felt like a misfit, so I gathered misfits around me. We weren’t cool. We weren’t popular. Actually, most of us were rather troubled. But we were loyal friends. There really is strength in numbers.

Being drawn to the oddballs of the world has also made me intolerant of the intolerant. (Yeah, yeah. I know. So sue me.) If you are rigid, closed-minded, or judgmental, I tend to lose patience with you. I’m more at home reveling in the differences. That’s just how I roll.

Sometimes this bites me in the butt, though. I’ve never had a boyfriend who could be considered a huge success at life. The struggles of my lovers have too often become my own. But hey, we were in it together, and that counts for a lot.

Sometimes I long for normal, but I’d be hard-pressed to figure out what to do with it. So, if you’re feeling like a wallflower, come stand by me. I’ll make room.

Like the way my weird mind works? Then you’ll enjoy my book! http://amzn.to/2mlPVh5

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