Elucidating Questions

That one poem I wrote during the thunderstorm

Mysteriously copied itself into my drafts

The funny glitches

I got to do things for no reason other than enjoyment today

That was great

I think it’s been so long since I really did something for no reason at all

Everything has a reason

If it doesn’t have a reason I can’t excuse it being done

Even things that did have reasons couldn’t be done

Something done for no reason at all

How fantastic

How extraordinary

I felt

Real

Today

I had things to do so I went

But then I also did something for completely no reason at all

Something pointless

It’s nice to do pointless things sometimes

Why am I always “different” though?

Something unexpected

Forever I am trying to grapple with

My “special”ness

Regardless of whether that specialness is positive or negative

And I just want to know why

I mean allegedly

I do everything in my power to be different from everyone else

But, bitch, I do not have control over the way my eyelashes curl

Or my joints being hypermobile

Or needing a walker at 33 because of a heart condition

Which I got at 31

This extraordinarousness

Yup I just made that word exist

Extra being outside

Of the ordinariousness

I heave a sigh, because I don’t know

Is the Universe cackling at me? The universe? Hermes?

Laugh away

A nice day.

These are so rare

I’ll treasure it