Some days I feel like I don't want to be seen by anybody. Which is a sort of impossible thing to do I mean unfortunately I can't make myself invisible so when I'm feeling like this and I really have to go outside and walk amid the people I like to feel like I've made myself as hidden within myself as possible. Jeans always help me pretend like I'm in disguise - their nondescript nature make me think of things like Platform 9 and 3/4s in Harry Potter - the way people will look straight at it but their eyes will go through as if it were not there at all. Which is why today I was a plain as possible. One clean but scruffy white shirt (ironing is luxury, not a daily essential) one average style cardigan and one very ordinary pair of denims.
That was me on the outside, but me on the inside was full of busy little details and I put my pen to work in drawing cards and bookmarks to send to friends in the snailmail while drinking coffee from my new mug and thinking how much better off my insides would be if they were being soothed by loving herbal tea instead.
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