Maiden Aunts
So, as i said, i'm on the train, with my brand new mp3 capability, listening to 'within temptation' and glorying in my newfound love of symphonic, gothic, metal. I'm starting to feel like i might, actually be 'cool'.
Just across from me though is a guy and a girl, about my age, on possibly the opposite end of the spectrum. They're playing 'i spy'. and i don't think it's 'ironically'. The girl's wearing a primary-school-blue jumper with badly drawn cats and dogs on it, and she's a little plump. Her hair-cut's an unnatractive bob and she's applying too much purple eye-shadow while I watch. Everything about her just says 'maiden aunt'.
it's strange, but I don't know why they bug me so much. I used to think I was just myself. and I didn't care what others thought about me. But the truth is I'm actually obsessed with image, and whether I'd be able to impress the people i meet.
I think those two frighten me a bit. Part of me is cheering for them, imagining them as happy people who genuinely don't mind if other people can't understand. But a part of my mind, part that I'm cautious about giving much air-time to, is screaming at them.
"Don't you know you're lame?"... "Don't you understand?"... "Stop being so damn happy."...
..."I was never allowed to be."
Just across from me though is a guy and a girl, about my age, on possibly the opposite end of the spectrum. They're playing 'i spy'. and i don't think it's 'ironically'. The girl's wearing a primary-school-blue jumper with badly drawn cats and dogs on it, and she's a little plump. Her hair-cut's an unnatractive bob and she's applying too much purple eye-shadow while I watch. Everything about her just says 'maiden aunt'.
it's strange, but I don't know why they bug me so much. I used to think I was just myself. and I didn't care what others thought about me. But the truth is I'm actually obsessed with image, and whether I'd be able to impress the people i meet.
I think those two frighten me a bit. Part of me is cheering for them, imagining them as happy people who genuinely don't mind if other people can't understand. But a part of my mind, part that I'm cautious about giving much air-time to, is screaming at them.
"Don't you know you're lame?"... "Don't you understand?"... "Stop being so damn happy."...
..."I was never allowed to be."