my nails are chipping
what is it about the rain that brings out the best in me?
so i was staring at my nails and noticed that the paint was chipping and i thought, "i should probably repaint them." i hate when my nails are chipped. i know it's vain, but it bugs me. anyway, then i got all philosophical and realized that we are just like our nails. what we do to them is what we do to ourselves.
we don't like the look of our nails just the way they are, so we cover them with this protective coating to keep them hidden, a shell if you will. a shell that keeps the true nail hidden from the rest of the world. we give our nails a new "look" just as we do ourselves. we are ashamed of what it truly looks like, so we give our nails a new look, in hopes that others will accept the look. or we will put our hands in the hands of others and allow them to construct our nails to what they believe a nail should look like. after a while, the shell begins to chip away, exposing what is underneath. our true selves. we can choose to accept what is ther, or just cover it again, with a new look, a new coat, a new shell to protect ourselves.
this is what happens when i don't sleep and then workout for two hours. au revoir mes tres wonderful amies.
so i was staring at my nails and noticed that the paint was chipping and i thought, "i should probably repaint them." i hate when my nails are chipped. i know it's vain, but it bugs me. anyway, then i got all philosophical and realized that we are just like our nails. what we do to them is what we do to ourselves.
we don't like the look of our nails just the way they are, so we cover them with this protective coating to keep them hidden, a shell if you will. a shell that keeps the true nail hidden from the rest of the world. we give our nails a new "look" just as we do ourselves. we are ashamed of what it truly looks like, so we give our nails a new look, in hopes that others will accept the look. or we will put our hands in the hands of others and allow them to construct our nails to what they believe a nail should look like. after a while, the shell begins to chip away, exposing what is underneath. our true selves. we can choose to accept what is ther, or just cover it again, with a new look, a new coat, a new shell to protect ourselves.
this is what happens when i don't sleep and then workout for two hours. au revoir mes tres wonderful amies.