Different

My name is Aleta Kaylee and that is quite extraordinary. Not very many people carry that name. My blood type is AB negative, which is very rare in itself. I am the universal receiver, and maybe that says something about me; and then again, maybe it doesn’t. I am an insomniac, and many of my best and worst ideas come to me after the clock strikes midnight. 

I look like my mom's side. I have dark hair and dark eyes, a typical trait in the Watson and Arrington line. I happen to love my eyes...they are brown but they sometimes take on a reddish tone in different light. I kind of love that.

I write what I can, because, for some unknown reason, I was blessed with the power of words. They fill my mind daily. Better put, most days, they consume me, actually. 

I hear voices pretty regularly. Not in a Dissociative Disorder type of way, but characters from books I’ve read, books I’ve imagined, people I’ve met, characters I’ve seen on tv or in movies, characters from my own stories. They all speak to me, and it is up to me to know how to use them.

I am probably one of the most honest, intelligent, caring, outgoing, indecisive, overanalyzing, reclusive people that you will ever meet. And I say that not to be cocky, but perhaps because I’m a Leo, and that’s just how we are?

I am very fortunate to have the friends that I do. I look towards some friends when I need help, advice and/or acceptance. I lean on others when I am desperately needing sanity. I lean on some when I need enabling, and just that little push to go wild for a little while.

I am a smart girl. And I’m passionate. I can be feisty and fiery. I care far too much; I give far too much. And I will always be that girl. I think sometimes that intimidates people. At least, I’ve been told that a time or two. I don’t understand that, but it is what it is. It is something I’m unable to change about myself.

I am an educated woman, and my vocabulary is fairly extensive, but some of my very favorite words are obscenities. Very rarely I use them angrily, though. Many times, they are used in a funny story.

I’m doomed in love. I always fall for the asshole. Always. Young guy, old guy, always the asshole. If you’re a complete and utter jerk to me, I will love you forever. And that is how it goes. Always.

That being said, I have met the great love of my life. And let me just say, we never, ever could have ever EVER made it work if that had even been an option. We were very much the same, we knew each other’s ins and outs, we understood each other, and we respected each other....and when we got along, it was great....and when we didn't...the gates of Hell opened.

I identify as Obsessive Compulsive regularly. I am highly ritualistic. I crave “steadfast” and “unchanging.” 

I often dress up when I want to dress down. Quirky is my style. I fill the empty void within my soul with headbands, and necklaces, and baubles. And truthfully, as the days go by, I’m becoming more and more okay with that.  

My tattoos are a permanent testament to all of the things that I love. Although it may not be widely accepted through these parts, they represent art that is uniquely suited to me.

I’m pretty sure that I was a chain-smoking flapper in a past life. The 1920s encompass a hope, a lifestyle full of grandeur, I can only imagine living in it...but boy, if I would’ve... and I’m fairly certain that Zelda Fitzgerald would’ve been my best friend.

I want to read as many classics as I can get my hands on. I want to read these novels, see this artistry for myself. I want to know what made these authors tick, see the gumption put into an often singular, magnificent piece, that will forever be mentioned around stuffy dinner parties, or at scholarly brunches.

I want to travel the world. But first, I would like to travel the South, and linger in all of its nooks and crannies, taking in every dialect, every foodie hole in the wall, every piece of great architecture, every old house. I want to hear every ghost story, every tale of woe. I want to meet characters, and laugh with sinners, and break bread with old-timers.

I want to have every glorious line that has been destined as cinema gold memorized, so that it flows fluidly off my lips at the most opportune time. I want to go in old theaters, and take in modern plays.

I want to see things, and do things, and go places. I want to have my life as filled to the brim as it possibly can be. I want to meet as many people as I possibly can. I want to find what inspires me to do what I do best, and be who I am best, and love what I love the best.

Military funerals make me cry. Taps followed by the 21-gun salute can bring tears to my eyes and make my knees weak.  Every. Single. Time.

My dog holds my heart in her paw. I want to have a little boy and a little girl at some point in my future. I was told once that I would have a boy based on a pin dangling from a string. I wasn't even aware of how desperately I wanted this until a few months ago.

I still love to hear the rain beating down on a tin roof. I think that that sound inevitably takes every single girl to a certain time and place. I know that it’s the truth in my case.

I am both a mama’s girl and a daddy’s girl, and will forever be. I got my mama’s wit, her eyes, her hair, her blood type. But don’t be fooled...daddy sure had something to do with my makeup, too. I was blessed with his ability to speak up, his charisma, his temper, his filter (or lack thereof). I am an equal mixture of both.

Music inspires me. Art inspires me. Literature inspires me. And all have the ability to make my stomach sink, and tears spring to my eyes all in one sharp swoop to a forte or climax.

My emotions run high, and I am quick-tempered. Not nearly an ideal mixture. But there you have it. I am both reckless and secure. Cold and standoffish, tender and charismatic. I am painstakingly complicated and mind-numbingly simple.

I am a glorious contradiction. I am marvelously constructed. I am very different. I am unique. I am me.

*All photos posted on this blog were taken by Jennifer Lazos at Brazen Boudoir.