What I'm about to reveal may solidify many of your theories about me. Some of you may be tiptoeing around this idea but haven't been able to nail it on the head while others of you are fully aware, and scared of, this concept. I, however, am proud of it as it defines who I am and why I'm so strange. Here it goes... I have my own world. Yes, that's it. I ... have... my ... own.. world.
My family started referring to it as "Ashley Land" when I was younger because the things I would come up with were so far outside their realm of thinking there wasn't a better explanation for it. For example, on road trips our family would play the alphabet game where you have to find letters on billboards, license plates, etc. starting from A and working your way in order through Z. I was fully capable of reading at the time, so it wasn't a matter of me adapting the rules so that I could play along. Rather, I wanted to win and came up with a way that I could. I would start making up my own words and inevitably win each time. Such as "A" as in alligator, "B" as in bear, etc. but of course, we didn't pass a single signage with these words on it.
Still to this day things will pour out of my mouth that hardly seem translatable, or I'll make a statement that is completely irrelevant to the current conversation. Better yet, my husband Brad and I will be driving home and decide to pick up some fast food on the way. If I'm driving, EVERY time, I swear, about ten seconds later, I completely forget and don't turn where I need to or drive right by the restaraunt..... Ashley Land.
Well, welcome to my world and I hope you enjoy the ride.