I LOVE International travel. Not just seeing different places but I actually love airports and even more, I love the uniforms of most of the airline staff. Sitting on the long flights, I daydream about what it would be like to be a flight attendant, especially on those airlines where the attendants get to change their outfits a few times. Since I am terrible at actually being on time for anything, dressing up in a psudeo-flight attendant outfit is the closest I will probably get and that’s good enough for me. Luckily, the current round of Collabor88, The Arcade and Chapter Four allowed me to do just that. ❤
Being all shook up for you is not a great feeling. I used to adore you from afar, but someone went and told on me, and now you know. Now I know you now, and you haven’t said a thing. This used to be fun, and now I just feel needy. I don’t need you, I just need to know. We could still be friends if that’s what you’d like. I don’t need you to like me like I like you. The only thing I would hold against you is my body, if you asked me to. Just give me some sign. I hate begging but it’s been days and I just want you to notice me again. Continue reading →
Mornings and I have a pretty serious love-hate relationship. I hate mornings and I generally seriously dislike people who seem to be effortlessly perky morning people. But then there’s a sort of charm to waking up early, while the whole house is still hushed. Making some breakfast, and just enjoying the smells as it cooks, or as you toast bread, open the box of cereal, pour orange juice… whatever. Then to curl up with your breakfast and a book or a movie that’s only just loud enough to hear as the pale sun’s rays peek around the not-yet-opened curtains. I even like sitting down to work when it’s early, sometimes. I feel that I can take some time to just look at my messages and do nothing important for a while. I’ve got the time. I can take a slower pace. Take more breaks. It’s kind of nice.
But then so is sleeping in, and I think despite anything listed above, I’m still heavily in favour of sleep.
I feel like I’m being gaslit… but that’s the nasty thing, isn’t it? You just can’t tell. Everything feels like it’s 2 inches to the left, and a half-inch forward from where it used to be. It gets my hackles up. A sickening prickle at the base of my spine. Every step feels like a mis-step, and I’m ready to fall face-first into whatever it is that catches me.
Were those drapes blue? Wasn’t that plant on the left?
And then it gets personal. My friends don’t seem to remember what I do. I feel like I’m slipping into someone else’s life, barely distinguishable from my own. I’m in the wrong place. The wrong body. I thought we had dinner together last week… or was it the week before? It starts with simple things- things that are easily mistakable. You make concessions. Maybe you’re just mis-remembering. Everyone does, we’re only human, right? But it starts to add up. How much can one person really forget before they start to question their own mental fortitude? Spanned out over a long enough period of time, you might never. Small things, here and there. Tiny changes. Minuscule; until your whole world is different and you concede that it was ever thus.
And what would I do if I knew for sure? If I retraced the steps? If I found out who or what was doing this to me? What power in the universe, to move me molecule by molecule into someone else’s life? It would drive anyone mad to face that, don’t you think? At this point I’m almost there, as it is.
I’m just not sure about anything anymore. There’s a whole ‘nother life in a dream that I remember; I think it might be real. Might have been real.
I don’t know what to say… or to whom. It’s not safe.