Jade

Hi, I'm Jade. I am not normal. i dont act normally, i dont see the way many people do, i have strange thoughts. i like to make comparisons that only make sense to me. my thought process tends to resemble one of those road maps they give you at information kiosks in foreign states, and you've got someone in the passenger seat trying to read it while you attempt to get where ever it is you really need to be in fifteen minutes or less, but the map is endlessly upside down and only helps if you're wondering about the state bird or where to find the nearest Days Inn, and you finally figure out the route you need to take but the map is from 1994 and the city you're in has since undergone majour renovations including the erection of a statue of the twelfth president's favourite crayon directly in the path of the one way street you would have been driving down had you been visitng this city in 1994, and now your passenger has given up and you cant really blame him or her because seriously, those maps suck, so youre trying real hard to figure out the map and drive at the same time but youve only got two hands and two eyes and a very limited amount of patience so you throw the map out the car window onto what would be the majour highway you'd need to get onto in order to get to that place you need to be in in six minutes or less had you been getting lost some time during 1994, but is now actually a fountain where kids are throwing coins and making wishes for ponies or collecting coins and making wishes for coins and you start thinking about how funny it is how kids know exactly what they want and, and how we should all be a little bit more willing to stop and dream, and maybe even be willing to get our hands a little wet to make those dreams come true.