"There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet…"
T. S. Eliot
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
That photo on my previous post? The “Biker Goth” one? (Thank you, Guy.) Confession. Such a look was a mere blip on the timeline of my life – as in, a one-time occasion. One night, to be precise.
I’d attended a business/social function to which the wearing of a costume from any decade was optional. I choose “Motorcycle Mamma.” (Thank you, Bodhi Chicklet.)
Key word in the invitation was optional – most people chose not to wear any costume. Went as themselves. Boring...
The most delightful, humorous aspect of the evening? (Aside from my look.) I’d never met the majority of people there and so when introduced, these people didn’t know what to make of me. "Is this what's she's really like??” They didn’t have the nerve to ask if I was in costume. I let them wonder for awhile. Gotcha! Loved it.
If you look closely at the photo you’ll see that my earring and nose ring consisted of paper clips. And that small metal piercing below my lower lip? The metal bit was held on with a magnet on the inside of my mouth. (Had to remove it in order to eat.) If the picture was in colour, you’d be able to see that my hair was purple – dyed with grape Kool-Aid.
Hell, sometimes it’s fun to present yourself to the world as someone you’re really not - get out of your own skin for a bit. Shake things up.
I probably do this in more subtle ways every day. I think we all do.
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