
If ones reality is a lot of pain and tears, should that reality be shared?… or should it remain hidden? I snapped this the other day when I was hurting emotionally while responding to a message. Part of it is trying to accept myself as an imperfect person, as a real person, as my own person. The whole range of my experiences. To document my reality, highs and lows, is something I’ve been doing for over a decade now.
Sometimes I’ve walked down the street looking sad, or mad, or something, had some guy say hey, you’re pretty, you should be smiling. I’m like what?… Do I have an obligation to the world to be always aesthetically pleasing, always happy, always the most enjoyable facade presented?
I wonder what it would be like to trade lives with different people for a week at a time.
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