March 8, 2009
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Carsons
At work…
i like watching people come down the escalator.
firs their feet. then pants. then shirt and face. sometimes i laugh to myself.
because sometimes they just don’t go together. by the time i see their bottom half, i have figured out what their face should look like.
many prove me wrong.
i like to be proven wrong.
i like things that pop out at you as different. sometimes i think different is better than beautiful. it is those that manage both that get noticed.
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at work…continued.
we got all the prom dresses in at Carsons.
a great majority of people–girls–go straight there and twitter and titter and try on a couple.
i should know. i have to put them all away.
you can’t tell me there is no princess complex that girls get. i see it every day.
i can barely walk past them myself without stopping to admire, touch the glitter and poof, and wonder how i’d look in them…
i wonder if i would suddenly change into something more than i am.
that something that i always feel, that i always want to be…but cannot grasp. that something that makes me look in the mirror and say “well, this is as good as it gets” and sigh.
i almost DON’T want to try them on. because once i do, they will lose their magic. i will realize it is still just me looking back in the dressing room mirror.
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I suddenly have the desire to sit at the bottom of an escalator and watch people come down. …Create them in my mind before I see all of them.