I am no fashionista. I used to have my very own personal style. Then I tried to keep up with the rest of the world. And failed miserably. Everytime I let other people have input on what I wear and how I ought to wear it and mix it up with MY idea of what looks good, I cringe in retrospect. I need to go back to finding and wearing and packing what makes me feel good.
I don't understand people. I probably never will. I try very very hard to make sense of behavior and comments but it never works.
I care deeply about what people think / how people feel. In general, this concern is not returned ( at least from the people I expect it to be from).
I have this amazing ability to delude myself into believing that certain people are closer to me than they are / shared more with me than they did and I bless God for the technology that creates a footprint because I am able to go bakc in time and see what our relationship really is and slap myself back into reality.
I like to think I'm a lot less shallow than I come off.
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1 comment:
u sound like me.
except or the fashonista bit, of course
:)
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