Close the windows
There is a sad version of me. Sometimes she trembles. It is not my everyday form but over time and experience, I have grown close to her. Who I am as an adult is a better variation of my younger self who lacked confidence. When I was a little girl, the permanent description of me was “serious.” Apparently, I was a subdued child. That’s my understanding. Little girls do like to have more acceptable rejoinders like smart, pretty or talented. I had resting bitch face before it was a real thing. It must still bother me because I am still writing about it. Maybe it’s due to the fact that I was also the most athletic in my family, received mostly A’s in school, needed very little attention and rode public transportation in elementary school with no assistance. And I believe that I had a lot to be serious about. My older siblings were much more palatable specimens. And the baby who was born after me was, well you know about youngest children, permanently adorable. I adore all of my siblings because they pay attention to my life and are generous humans. I am currently a staid person for the most part and show glimpses of my ability to laugh when appropriate. But I am not sad a lot. I retain the need for that feeling when faced with personal melancholy or events in our world that have no reason for existing. Only you can identify those for yourself. If you want to have a pity party with me, please reach out. Humans know how to feel for other. I will do the same for you anytime.
You are Extraordinary!
Week 13: Please don’t smile
Clowns have terrible PR. They probably don’t have many friends either. I hope it isn’t due to that make-up that tells the world exactly what they are feeling. I treasure humans who don’t experience the need to deny how they feel. It isn’t necessarily that they are going around proclaiming their morose life, but they aren’t hiding it intentionally. Maybe it would be better if all our feelings just lacked judgement. Think about how your current face can be read. What story is it telling?
