blouse: ebay jacket: thrifted pants: f21 bag: ASOS shoes: Rubbish
Yesterday I was sitting there in a conversation, listening off and on and off and on, I can be a terrible listener sometimes really. Well this was one of those times, I was in the conversation but I wasn’t really in the conversation you know. What I really wanted to be doing instead was go over to the store next door and peer into the windows and ponder whey they needed three stuffed polar bears in a window display when they were an eye glasses company. I mean really, polar bears trump conversations about politics any day in my book. But then the polar bears, they lost a bit of interest for me after I’d been thinking about them for twenty minutes, there’s just no reason that the polar bears should be there, unless of course….do polar bears have bad vision? So obviously I needed a new topic for my noodle to canoooodle over. And then I got thinking. This couple that we were talking to, their faces…they look like each other. They look like brother and sister. I became gravely concerned, as you can imagine. At what point in a marriage do couples start to look like each other? You know what I’m talking about right, they adopt all of the hand gestures, facial movements, hunch backs… what have you. Are me and Matt there yet? Or are we just one of those couples that will never ever look like each other because he’s a tall gangly white guy and I’m well….I’m not a tall gangly white man. This concerns me, should I be striving for this, or fearing this? I have not quite decided.
Also on my mind, and oh so important. Have you ever met someone that’s married and then pictured and assumed what their spouse would look like? Para exemple, a quirky tiny man should be with a dainty energetic crazy woman right, it just makes sense. I do this, without fail, every time I meet someone. And I was SO wrong the other day that I did this and well…really embarrassed that I’m such a jerk in my head.
Wow. Well I hope this has just been as riveting for you as it has been for me. The life of a rockstar is what I’m living.