When you live in a place like this, finding like-minded people is next to impossible; you have to really ferret them out. But for the most part, I have been anointed the weird one. I know because I can hear them whispering behind my back. What they do not understand is that with their hearing aids, they have no idea how really loud they are. There are NO secrets here. Gossip is the number one activity here!
The best way for
me to survive is to keep to myself, stay in my room and make stuff and give
them the least amount of gossip material I can, but they always find some.
Most of my days
are spent “making” it does not matter what I am making just making something.
However, in all fairness are days that I destroy stuff too, but not on purpose.
I have even learned how to accept and even enjoy my failures. Especially some of the clothes I have made.
But those failures are great learning tools, too. The trick to assisted living
is don’t get your panties in a wad about anything.
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