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  • Life is bizarre. My life is bizarre. On most levels, I understand this to be true but I know nothing else. Mostly, it just seems normal to me.

    It’s probably a little weird that all in one week several people complimented my hair (barely washed, barely brushed), a couple of strangers called me beautiful, and two friends (from different areas of my life) said they wanted to be reincarnated as me.

    One man chased after me to give me his number. Another said he would go wherever I went and "If a man suddenly gives you flowers, it's Impulse" raced through my head as I remembered that men had. Strangers on the street had given me flowers. On multiple occasions.

    I don’t think I am special in any good way, just that my life is bizarre.

    I get flowers from strangers but one boyfriend walked out of my life – without a word – while we were dating. I never heard from him again, which apparently sounded so appealing that another followed suit. A third should have done it as he was engaged to another woman the whole time we dated; he didn’t disappear nearly soon enough.

    The highlight of my past weekend would be a tossup between hanging out with a man I once loved and his exgirlfriend who once hated me and being surrounded by police, accused of stealing and taken to Hooters in a golf cart. Unfortunately, sarcasm fails to come into play when I use the word “highlight” – the rest of the weekend was really that bad.

    My vacations tend to require things like leech socks (with poison) and carrying my own knife, water purification tablets, toilet paper and sometimes a trowel. I seriously think I need to limit squat toilet vacations to once a year, but I would have preferred that to the weekend I had.

    A few years ago, bits of my tooth broke off on the Drake Passage. Three others fractured on the same trip, and penguins don’t have dentists. Two years earlier, in Southern Africa, I faced the very real threat of dental work by way of millipede exoskeleton. A couple of weeks ago, I seriously considered nailing a coin to a statue for dental health in Kathmandu.

    I have just many absurdly bad stories as good; I just prefer the positive ones. This week, I received a letter from a prisoner that made my fellow volunteers cry. I actually get these letters all the time. (These and the ones from prisoners who want to date me.) This type reminds me exactly why I volunteer, even if it makes me realize my life’s a little bizarre.

    I am not sure that other people get this sort of thing.

    Dear Kristin –
    I got your reply to my thank you letter. That was really nice of you. You guys are making some kind of difference to us! It’s really something to know that you would volunteer your time and raise money just to send us books and not expect anything in return except to hopefully make a difference in someone. That is extremely wonderful, is the only word that comes to mind. :-) The prison system is pretty much cold and viscious (< not sure that’s spelled correctly). All that “rehabilitation” stuff is nonsense. It’s actually a joke. Personally, I think all these prisons in California was a way for them to generate more money $$ but now I read how its adding to their huge debt. Regardless of what, the law was broken and here we are. For some, our troubles are much, much deeper and others it’s just a way of life. It’s very sad because inside our hearts we wonder what it’s like to have children and wives, live a cool life yet not be cowards or traitors to our beliefs and loyalties, honor, etc… I highly doubt any of us will be understood. Sometimes, it’s so easy to stay “inside the box” of reality, our reality, which is hate and anger, violence, etc. but to actually know that there are people out there who can do what they want, anytime they want, and still donate and volunteer their time, raise money… now that has an effect on a person to make him stop and think about that and those group of people. :-) Maybe in a way it’s a form of hope, which is nice considering all this negativity!! I truly hope you all you and your families are well and safe. Thanks for caring enough to send us books. A difference was made.

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