there are times when I look around me and think all the women begin to look the same.the same trendy shoulder-length hair. same caramel-colored highlights..even mannerisms adopted while watching favorite celebrities. and it seems..bland.
the women, the men, the towns..i strain my eyes to see past the bleak film that coats them. and threatens to coat me as well.
right now, pretty much everything i own fits into a few rubbermaid containers,and i like it that way. i don't want a house in a subdivision or a kate spade handbag or a creative memories life. nothing wrong with any of those things..but surely they're not for everyone?
i think what bothers me is this: those women that begin to look alike aren't. each of them is a world all on her own..full of history and future potential. she brings something that noone else can. but it's hard to see the precious things through the caramel-colored highlights.
the film of sameness.
the thing i wonder is, do i try to clean the film off everything around me?
or just my eyes?
Sunday, September 24, 2006
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