A day in the life of a peacock
Have you ever wondered what it is that makes a peacock strut its stuff, so to speak, spread it's talk feathers, and announce to the world of other peacocks and peahens "I'm here!"? Okay, so not many people think about shit like that. I do when I watch Stanley on Disney (if you have seen it, you know what I'm talking about, otherwise, don't ask), and start contemplating who I am in the world of oddities.
I have recently moved, although I'm sure you all knew that already. I am getting used to my new environment, and I have a driving urge to go out to a bar, or a club, or a coffee house, or a bookstore.... somewhere with people that I can meet, and learn to be me in public again. I haven't done that in quite some time. With everything else in my life, it was the last of my priorities. But I have done a lot of soul searching and thinking about who I am, and what part of my skin I'm comfortable in. I have wondered what was wrong with me (okay, not wrong, but you know what I mean) that I couldn't go out, and introduce myself to people. I couldn't be comfortable with me enough to certainly let other people see me for who I was.
Ah, the inner ramblings of someone who hasn't clearly put them in order. I know this seems random, and weird, and perhaps a little egotistical in some fashion, but I am ready to put on party clothes- if I even know what the hell those are anymore- and just go out, have fun, be me. Hmmmm..... if I were a peacock what would I do? Although, since I'm female, I suppose I would be a peahen.... and they don't have the cool tail feathers......
I have recently moved, although I'm sure you all knew that already. I am getting used to my new environment, and I have a driving urge to go out to a bar, or a club, or a coffee house, or a bookstore.... somewhere with people that I can meet, and learn to be me in public again. I haven't done that in quite some time. With everything else in my life, it was the last of my priorities. But I have done a lot of soul searching and thinking about who I am, and what part of my skin I'm comfortable in. I have wondered what was wrong with me (okay, not wrong, but you know what I mean) that I couldn't go out, and introduce myself to people. I couldn't be comfortable with me enough to certainly let other people see me for who I was.
Ah, the inner ramblings of someone who hasn't clearly put them in order. I know this seems random, and weird, and perhaps a little egotistical in some fashion, but I am ready to put on party clothes- if I even know what the hell those are anymore- and just go out, have fun, be me. Hmmmm..... if I were a peacock what would I do? Although, since I'm female, I suppose I would be a peahen.... and they don't have the cool tail feathers......