Dream
I was sitting at a table with strangers. And one, a woman, said, “Why do you wear makeup?” Genuinely confused.
I laughed and said, “To look prettier.”
And she just looked and looked at me. And then she had everyone line up and look at me. And I started crying, and the girl next to me gave me a hug, and she said, we can be friends.
It felt weird, being friends and hugging with a stranger, but I realized you don’t always have to do things in the way you’re used to.
Up and down we go.: Dear Customer who stuck up for his little brother, →
you thought I didn’t really notice. But I did. I wanted to high-five you.
Yesterday I had a pair of brothers in my store. One was maybe between 15-17. He was a wrestler at the local high school. Kind of tall, stocky and handsome. He had a younger brother, who was maybe about 10-12 years old. The…
Hangin’ out at home on New Year’s, painting my nails and watching Battlestar Galactica. Woo, party on. :)
I figured out the secret to writing: have something to say. And then say it. It’s as simple as that.
Sometimes you just want to love someone
and you don’t really care who they are. So you love and love, without boundaries.
But then the feeling passes, after an hour or a day or a week or a year, and you have to go on faking it, or else hurt them.
