She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.
(Following the Equator; Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar)
(Following the Equator; Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar)
I have a parrot. She's bright green - an Amazon. (DYHA) Finding that quote endeared it to me. I would fit that description so well. I was raised British and know my basic manners. I have problems keeping myself in check. The world has such a totally weird way of behaving.
Well, so do I. I shock some people, amuse others. Some draw away while others ignore me. The world is a rude place I think at times.
Happily there is my husband who listens and puts up with me. I have a darling Social Worker of many years, Jane. We can talk eagerly and freely. What a joy to have someone like her.
It's a blessing to have someone you can speak the truth to.
Or the truth as you perceive it. Between Aspergers and Bipolar I will always have difficulty understanding the things most people take for granted in social interactions.
I live with the understanding I was branded toxic by my daughter. I can even understand such. It doesn't make the alienation any easier.
I try to make allowance for other people I meet who I see struggling with even less resources and success than I.
At least I had higher education and a professional career that I loved.
(I still didn't quite fit in.)
So I am the lady somewhat lacking in refinement. Yet not yet totally unrefined. I exist in the lacuna and try to understand.
Having a parrot helps with many issues in life. Really.
