Friday, November 1, 2013

I Think I Hatched From a Pod

  So I decided to change the name of my blog from Mom, Poet, Dreamer to I Think I Hatched From a Pod.

When I started this blog a few days ago, I just wanted it up and running, and I knew I needed a bit of time to mull over what I actually wanted to label my daily musings. Last night, lying in bed with my thoughts racing in all directions (as usual), it came to me. I am constantly telling people that I think I was hatched from a pod, and not birthed from a human. Ergo, that seemed the perfect name for this blog.

Let me give you some of the reasons why this title suits me and my ramblings. Is anyone even out there? I don't know that anyone will ever actually care to read my thoughts, but if so, I sure hope to get some feedback as to whether or not there are people out there in the world who are even remotely like me!

1) I always felt like I was completely different - even alien - from my family. My views and opinions on nearly every subject were nothing like those of my brother, mom, dad, grandparents, cousins...I would get to talking at length on a subject like quantum theory, spirituality, the supernatural, great books I was absolutely passionate about, music and the way certain voices, instruments and chord progressions would bring me to tears...then I would realize the person I was talking to had gotten that look on his or her face. The look of glazed over eyes combined with deer in the headlights mixed with a dash of detachment. There would be an awkward cough or laugh, and a quick excuse to escape or change to a more mundane topic of conversation. I quickly learned to keep quiet most of the time.

2) My belief system is a crazy mixed-up hodgepodge of things that, as I've been told on many occasions, makes absolutely no sense. I believe in God, angels, and that souls are eternal. I believe that there are spirits who roam the earth. I believe that God, or the Divine, knows each of our hearts individually. I believe in the sacred Mother Earth and the natural healing abilities in it and ourselves. I believe we are all connected. I believe in the power of meditation. I believe there is a reason for every single thing that happens. There is more but you get the idea.

3) I feel very strongly that we should stop viewing hatred as being more acceptable than love. We are capable of so much love - many different types of love, for many different types of people. I feel like we are so brainwashed by the idea that there is a finite number of people that we should feel love for, and that the emotion of love is stained by assumptions of sexual attraction, perversion, infidelity, disloyalty. Love is a GOOD thing, people!! And just because I love my friend John Doe, that does not mean I love my husband any less - because it's not the same kind of love. I am extremely bothered by this, and by the fact that almost NOBODY gets what I'm talking about.

4) I like animals more than humans. They keep it real.

5) Music is so integral to my life. I am made extremely emotional by certain songs, and of all different genres. I wrote a paper in my Sophomore year of high school on music and its effect of me. I wrote that when I put on my headphones and listened to the song "Fade to Black" by Metallica in my darkened bedroom at night, I could feel all the tension release from my body. My breathing slowed, my mind relaxed, and I became immersed in the music. I felt peace. My teacher gave me a C on my paper, saying that it was impossible to be made peaceful and relaxed by a heavy metal song. I was passionately incensed, and he changed my grade to an A.

6) I compose poetry in my mind constantly.

7) I find cemeteries fascinating.

8) I want to be a paranormal investigator.

9) I dream of living in a remote forest hideaway or one room beach cabana.

10) I want to travel with a famous band/musician and sing backup.

OK, it's late and my thoughts are getting far too random. However, I have given you several examples of why I feel so odd and different from most people. No, I did not hatch from a pod. To my eternal discomfort my mother has reminded my frequently throughout my 39 years just EXACTLY where I came from. In graphic detail *shudders* But somewhere in the back of my mind is the constant tickling whisper of " A pod! A pod! You came from a pod!!!"


  1. OK, I have to comment just so you know that you have ME as a follower, and I will be reading all of your blogs. I would not want to miss anything this weird! You can also look someplace in your blog setup to see how many times your blog has been viewed. Make sure you turn off the times you view your blog, or that will dwarf others that may be viewing. LOVE Ya Girl, keep it up.

    1. Yay! So glad you're reading my weirdness :) I love you dearly!