Save the cheerleader...

There's that age old question about if you could have any superpower in the world, what would it be.

Many would want to be invisible... so they could creep, or scare people, or play tricks.

Others I'm sure would want to have the ability to fly.

Some may even want the power to read people's minds. Personally, I think I'd go nutso listening to peoples thoughts. Scary thought.

For me... it's not really a superpower persay. I've often wished I had the ability to pick up any language that I heard. How cool would it be to go absolutely anywhere and be able to communicate effectively with anyone you met. Or even just listen (that's the observer in me).

What a breeze travelling would be. I always wished on my trips down south that I could speak Spanish and not butcher simple requests like, "Un(o?) cervesa, por favor." Or "mucho rummo." <--- don't judge... it worked.

And what I wouldn't do to be able to understand the Vietnamese ladies when I get my pedicures. You knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww they're talking about your crummy feet or your hairy legs to everyone in the shop. But all you can do is put on a smile and laugh awkwardly. But...to be able to pipe up in Vientamese and apologize for the dry, cracked summer heels..... the reaction would be stellar. Even if it just happened once.

This world is such an incredible capsule of diversity.

I find different languages so.... beautiful.

I used to be able to speak Ukrainian. I lost that language.
I could get by on basic French. Gonezo is that language also.

Over time I have developed a sort of Sprench (spanish/english/french) fusion language.

It's butchered.
It's ugly.
But it's fun.

I went to the bartender-o and asked for some mucho rummo. Seriously... senhor-eh thought I was ananas (<----intending "bananas").

Is anyone in the microwave?

Some may say I'm complicated...maybe not. Either way, I say I'm random.

I am very much the type of person who will burst out laughing out of nowhere over something funny I remembered from a week ago.
No PREEfaces either.

When I tell a story, you often have to pay close attention because I can be talking about erupting monsoons...and then talk about the deer with the pool in the backyard the next minute.
No PREEface.

There are very few who actually get me. I'm really not complicated... for the most part, what you see is what you get. However there is definitely an element of Lex that not a lot of people are privy to. See, it takes me a while to open up to people. Like really open up. So the depth isn't always there at the forefront... I know this and I'm ok with this. I tread with caution. I'm an observer.
I trust few.

Only a few have come to understand this element...and not surprisingly, only those few I would trust with my life.

It's funny because whenever I have a shit day, I will always turn to these peeps and in just a few minutes of randomness... less preeface... all is better in the world. Sometimes its just a voice of reason...a solid shake to keep me from getting irrational. Other times its knowing the exact right thing to say to get me to bust a gut laughing.






Those are the moments. My paramount picture moments in life.