I Am Special

I am special.

I am perfect.

I know I am.

I was telling people a few days ago all about it. They were polite, but I could see there was some discomfort among them. I would expect the same discomfort to be noted in people when they are in the presence of any great person.

It can be overwhelming for some folks.

I spoke, and they listened.

I talked about how, for example, I was born on a Thursday.

"Thursday's child has far to go."

I know I have a great future ahead of me. I will go far, I know it. I have already travelled 10,000 miles, to Oz!

When I was born I had beautiful skin, smooth and the colour of caramac, a UK chocolate bar. I was actually jaundiced, but nonetheless I was beautiful.

I was perfect.

I was 7 pounds and 14 ounces, which is pretty much a perfect weight.

I was born at 7.56 am, just in time for breakfast. Perfect!

Mary Poppins would possibly make comment that I too am practically perfect in every way.

I was also born one week late, which actually means I was exactly on time. People speak of nine months being the duration of the average human pregnancy, but the truth is nine months and a week, is the average length of a pregnancy.

When I was born, I had a small red mark on my forehead, just over my third eye, a sign of how special I am.

I was born, as previously blogged, in the hour of the dragon, month of the crab and year of the monkey, all powerful symbols of the immensely magical connection I have with the universe.

I was walking from 10 months. Early for a boy.

I have excellent hearing - super hero hearing.

Strange things happen to me that shouldn't happen. I remember I had a car door shut on my hand. I could wiggle my fingers while still shut in the door. When the door was finally opened, I had no broken bones, no bruises, nothing. In fact, I have never broken a bone.

I am 18 stone, and can still touch the floor without bending my knees, from a standing position.

My big toe, is not my biggest toe. The one next to it is. I think this gives me my excellent skill of balance. Yes, I am a freak, but at least I don't fall over often.

I'm gay. Gay people help the human race to evolve. I am helping you, dear reader. And it's effortless.

We gay people, generally, don't have kids. We don't take maternity leave. We allow other members of society to have kids, while not letting society suffer because of it. We are a huge percentage of the world's work force, that will not have to take time off with sick kids, or to go see a show, or to attend a traumatising parents' evening at school.

We are ready made babysitters for our nieces and nephews, allowing our siblings, the "breeders", to contribute to society earlier than otherwise would be possible.

Gay people are also believed by some to have a naturally higher rate of vibration due to the "marriage" of male and female energies in the one physical body. Aboriginal people refer to gay people as "2 spirit people". Historically gay people have helped the spiritual and artistic dimensions of humanity evolve as well.

My name means "Beloved Sun", beautiful, powerful and life-giving.

I am a nurse. A healer.

I can sing. I can act. ( I didn't say I was good.) I can learn any skill I put my mind to.

I make people laugh. Sometimes I am even funny.

I am kind. I am loving. I am a big softy and I am hard as nails (the anti-rust kind).

Aliens crossed galaxies to visit me.

Yes, I am special.

Do you hate me? Don't hate me because I am pretty...

Hate me because I am egotistical.

We are all special. So, what makes you so special?