The Special Me : Creative Writing

Ive always written about everything but me,

Who am I ? What am I doning here? am I even a part of this life and is this really reality?

Seems to me I could be just a moment, just a feeling that belongs to someone else and when the dreams gone Ill vanish.

But I , I dont want to be nothing, I want to exhist and be a part of something bigger, something bigger then me with a purpose....

The guy who gets out there and makes things happen with friends that gravitate to the telephone and seek me out. I want to be somebody you call more then friend, I want a nickname, and I want to have a food fight just for the fun of it without you getting mad at me.

I dont want to be the only strange one in Walmart singing and whistling while sliding on the floors with my fuzzy slippers. Ok Im strange, but Im fun so why does everyone watch from the side and treat me like a wierdo.

Cant you all just put on some fuzzy slippers and slide around the smooth floors at walmart with me smiling and cutting up. Wont you take time from this plain world and except me for being different and take a moment for yourself and do someething you always wanted to do...

Act a little crazy and have a little fun and call me crazy but this time call me. Ask me over for a BBq, lets have a couple of beers and play some music while wearing the worst imagineable clothess we can find in our closets. Hell, put on your kids clothes and stretch them out a bit and look a little interesting for once.

Do you have to be so proper all the damn time! Let your hair down and be a kid again. I mean you started working for what?  To have fun....It takes money to have fun, not all the time but some of the time. Now look at you, your ruining my life by being so plain. Everyone acting the same and stick to the same old groove.

What happened to you and when did you grow out of the fun person you use to be. You grew up and I stayed a kid....Doesnt anyone want to have any fun anymore or did you really have to leave it all back at high school.

You remember years ago, smiling, laughing, and feeling like the world was your oyster....Now your just a part of the system...Tic Toc Tic Toc...Like a timex your the same person day in and day out....Now wonder why I dont feel like I belong on this planet...Youve all become Aliens...

So to you I say .....

Im gonna wear them damn fuzzy slippers to Walmart to the day I die and if you all want to stay Aliens all your life then so be it....

but dont come crying to me when your lifes over and you wish you had done something, anything ......Different then the masses....

Hey,

To all you freaks out there, and all those who like being a little freaky...

I hold my baby bottle in the air filled with a delicious red wine that has been perfectly chilled to my taste.. and I salute you..I salute you in my fuzzy slippers and look to the Heavens and scream....

"I am Special"

and you can be too!!!

Your Friend,

Jesse