Run wild, imagination, you are free!

I am, by nature, a creative person. The problem with this is that I lack talent.

I have so many creative thoughts running around my head, but no vessel to put them in or physical way to express them. Boasting already. In my mind, I can write a novel that students all over the world will want to read and could relate too. I can use photoshop to create an image that makes your brain go fuzzy. I can sing impressively and touch your soul. I can paint, dance, act. In my mind.

I start journals, but I can't glue or produce neat handwriting.

I start poems, but they all end up about my ex-boyfriend or mysteriously are in tune with the radio.

I buy paints, canvases, display folders, shiny new pencils. But a stick figure is as good as it gets.

How the hell do you bring all the amazing ideas that are in your head, into the world if you have no skills? I reckon there is a Harry Potter-esque phenomenon in my head right now. I swear I thought of the alternative approach to Peter Pan before that TV show did. I swear I dabbled in something before someone else did.

Truth is, my imagination runs rampant and my body spends all its years playing catch up.

Despite negative statements (I have the most absurd body shape that refuses to co-operate with the latest fashion trends) and confronting truths (I don't have that many friends) and bizarre behaviours (I don't have any hobbies, obsessions, passions, favourites), I am happy.

All the time.

Don't get me wrong, people piss me off, people (and beloved pets) die, people get on my last nerve. But it happens, I seethe with rage inside, then my fuzzy brain has a while to cope and I bounce right back.

Through this strange 'talent' of resilience, my imagination keeps trying to meet the world through varying art forms. And my harebrained brain, just keeps pushing it back. And then my fuzzy happy brain just tries again, and again darn it.

I barely make sense, I have an IQ of 134.6 but no common sense.

I think I am hilarious but I have to explain myself. I think I am insightful but end up being too confronting.

I have never played a team sport, my hair always looks the same, I drive to the speed limit, my beauty regime is basic.

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But my imagination? It runs wild.