“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”
When we choose, actively, to deceive ourselves.
Sometimes, that’s the only way to be happy. Being partially ignorant and staying in that bubble. The ignorance is partial and the bubble is translucent, mind you. I can see reality. I know it and I understand it.
I just turn my back to it, that’s all.
Distinctive characters are the best subjects for silent observation. I can look at them for extended periods of time, and my mind will start to form words, phrases, paragraphs, pages on its own. Detailing his reaction to a breeze ruffling his hair, how he holds his spoon while he eats, which part of his pants he puts his phone and wallet. Where he could be from, where he could be going, and what he could be doing in his life right now. I’ll think and I’ll think and I’ll have his mannerisms and his beliefs and his life story written out in a book in my head and it’s one of my favorite things to do in this world.
if a charmander running in circles chasing its tail doesnt fit your blog then you are running the wrong kind of blog
While Pete Campbell gets home after a long day’s work, looks for dinner, realises that the only food he has is a pathetic box of Raisin Bran with barely a spoonful of cereal left, and angrily throws it against the wall, I munch on Cheezels for dinner. CHEEZELS.
It’s okay. I have pork belly defrosting. I’ve got white rice cooking. I will have glorious food soon.
In the meantime, I shall watch Gordon Ramsay cook on youtube.
Oh Pete, I’m so sorry you guys didn’t have Gordon Ramsay in the 60s.