When I wash my face after a day of wearing make up, it feels so good to take it all off. And when I look up again and see myself in the mirror, even when my face is still wet, I can’t really say I think I’m any uglier without. Maybe that is because I’m doing it wrong, or maybe that is because I do it for some reason other than to make myself pretty. I don’t know yet. I think it makes me act differently, slightly. I feel like I can talk more, because I want people to think I make an effort. Wait, that was a bit of a leap. When people see me, I want them to think I put time into the way I present myself to the world, or to them. So on days that I actually do, those are the days I want to get all the talking done. All the interacting. Those are errand-running days. Talk to the teacher days. Clay’s mother is back days. Maybe I will comment on something to the person sitting next to me, or go walk around instead of sitting and reading someplace quiet and alone. You never know what could happen, or who you could meet.
Posted by Rosy - 13/04/10 - 0 comments