I really have no idea what I'm doing with myself.
Still kinda stuck inside the mental pen I built for myself.
It's funny how something as trivial getting a haircut could end up with me feeling uneasy. 'Ugh. Damn. Now I look like Dora Dora. Minus the monkey. '
There's a smidgen of dread just as that mirror comes into view. From the inside looking out at the reflection....
Neat. Pretty. Feminine.
It's the 'embodiment' to other people that's the issue.
There's this discomfort with being cast into a mould of expectations.
Some dissonance I'm at odds with.
Probably because I'm still kinda lost. I'm not entirely honest with myself, I guess.
....Or maybe I just need a monkey.
· Wed Nov 26, 2014 @ 09:29am · 0 Comments