I’m the kind of person that has never been able to understand it when someone says to me “Oh, I don’t read”. The concept has always been unfathomable to me. Anyone who can read, does read, probably everyday – unless they’re trapped in a dark room somewhere with no glow-in-the-dark EXIT sign, and we should probably send help.
My mother has on occasion informed me that she believes that I am what she calls an Indigo Child. Now that entire explanation requires a totally different post on its own, and I will get to that eventually. But for now, let’s just say it means that I have always been high maintenance, or as she is partial to calling it, acting like a prissy little princess. It is one of the motives which contributed to her decision of declaring that I (not my younger sister as she had previously assumed) was the Indigo in the family.
What’s that she said?
She has her own story?
She’s also referring to herself in third person. Clearly befuzzled. Entirely bonkers.