Confessing a Lie
There is this little lie I have been living, for the sake of living it and not living my reality. And, I feel a twinge of guilt for continuing it. Not that those who believe it could care less, but it seems strange that I laid it out with such ease but, can't seem to recreate it in different environments.
Honestly, I was embarrassed by the premise. It seems a bit strange that someone might want to purchase a nice suit, simply for the sake of having one. Further, it seems quite odd that a fellow might simply want to pretend to be someone else, when time allows, but having nothing more than some clothes and an idea. But for some reason, I was able to just babble on, even after the third visit.
What those folks at the tailor's shop believe is, though I normally work in the field, I also sideline as an arts dealer. Though I haven't had many gigs, I've got some lined up. I'm working my friend's goods, promoting their stuff with the interest of keeping myself preoccupied. While this certainly is a dream of mine, the suit is about the only thing I have to go on. And I am so far from developing my own collection, property and financially, that I have almost given up on the dream.
Then while I was in SL,UT on a mini-vacation, I went out on the town in it, on the fourth. I figured it was the best time to sport it, if only to dawn something new. I spent most of my time at my choice watering-hole, the Jackalope. There were a some bands there and I truly felt like a jerk-off. I didn't think much of anything should have been happening.
But what else am I to do with this? There are only so many festive occasions one might sport a black tie. Funerals are about the only other thing I could image a use out of it, and even then it will likely be my own.
Honestly, I was embarrassed by the premise. It seems a bit strange that someone might want to purchase a nice suit, simply for the sake of having one. Further, it seems quite odd that a fellow might simply want to pretend to be someone else, when time allows, but having nothing more than some clothes and an idea. But for some reason, I was able to just babble on, even after the third visit.
What those folks at the tailor's shop believe is, though I normally work in the field, I also sideline as an arts dealer. Though I haven't had many gigs, I've got some lined up. I'm working my friend's goods, promoting their stuff with the interest of keeping myself preoccupied. While this certainly is a dream of mine, the suit is about the only thing I have to go on. And I am so far from developing my own collection, property and financially, that I have almost given up on the dream.
Then while I was in SL,UT on a mini-vacation, I went out on the town in it, on the fourth. I figured it was the best time to sport it, if only to dawn something new. I spent most of my time at my choice watering-hole, the Jackalope. There were a some bands there and I truly felt like a jerk-off. I didn't think much of anything should have been happening.
But what else am I to do with this? There are only so many festive occasions one might sport a black tie. Funerals are about the only other thing I could image a use out of it, and even then it will likely be my own.