conclusions

I have come to the conclusion that my eccentrisities, though unavoidable, were always forseeable. When I was little I pretended I was a pirate not a princess, I had constant nightmares, I usually read books about artists of ghosts, and therefore knew who Pollock and O’keefe were before the fith grade, my favorite song was “Man Eater” and “Sweet Deams(are made of this)”, I memorized half of The Raven by the time I was in 7th grade and adored Poe since the third when this old couple who volunteered to help with reading told me about The Pit and the Pendulum, they also gave us mentos so whenever I see them I think of those old people, I had an imaginary brother named Charlie, not a friend, but a brother with whom I argued constantly, I put black make-up on my Barbies with magic marker, had a thing for Vampires as far back as I can remember, went through phases of obsession after obsession, I had in-depth conversations with inanimate objects telepathically until the sixth grade, though they occasionally reserface when I find myself in a peculiar mood, and have always loved wearing period clothing in public, and therefore try to incorporate various period pieces into my everyday wardrobe.