I've always seen the world a little differently. In other words, I've always been a little weird. I remember as a child trying to figure out what killed the rainbows in parking lot puddles. Even now when I see an oil stain in a gutter, I can't pass by without pausing to pay tribute to the fallen beauty.
Most people see shapes in the clouds. I see them in shadows, floor tile, wood grain, polished chrome and mashed potatoes. I can spend hours scrutinizing the pattern balsamic vinegar makes in olive oil before dipping in my bread, thus ruining the presentation.
One day while sitting in church I saw an absolutely perfect Chewbacca in the back of a lady's hair. I earnestly tried to get my husband to see the amazing likeness but he told me to SHUSH so I had to admire the extraordinary phenomenon alone. He had no idea what he was missing.
For years I watched the way the snow melted off the mountains in May, forming an unmistakable monkey face. I thought everyone saw it, bu...