At first I didn't really know how to respond. What would I pass onto a child?

Nothing useful I fear.

Regardless of various things I've said in the past, the reality is, I'm not really what you would call normal. Ok, I can be accepted in society for being quirky, unusual and harmless. But by no stretch do I fit the general notion of normal.

A child would want a stable, normal parent. Not an idiot. Not someone completely off the wall. A child needs someone who is almost totally focussed on that child.

Wouldn't you? I would.

You would have to follow your heart instead of pretending to be something your not. I cannot pretend to be something I'm not.

I think I know what I am, and what I am is not something I would be concerned with passing on.

Soon, my various blogs will probably slow down and stop. And go where they should. I've said probably all the crap I should and should not say. Most of my life, I avoid too much thinking. It shows.