It’s hard to believe, I know, but there were a few intermittent occasions when I was very well received by others. Like when my boyfriend’s best friend was a dealer of the street drug we then called ecstasy. I don’t know what they call it now.
But after a semester of that I ‘cleaned up’ and flew straight.
Anyway, it was innocent enough, and then I joined the Peace Corps, still a fresh young thing!
Oh I was so popular then! That was long before cell phones, but if they were around then, mine would have been buzzing all day and night, woohoo! And I probably would’ve loved it.
I imagined myself a future bonafide travel writer!
Lots of early clips I’ll someday scrapbook
There’s a lot actually, now lost to time and even cyberspace.
Like this little one giving a wee spanking to officers in Thailand.
I like being insipid and bitchy now and I feel inspired by other previously ‘harmless’ and people-pleasing types who have been donning their snark-spirit.
From prey to threat, because, when in Rome.
But then, I dared to speak of subjects unpopular, and in a voice too unsavory. Unsavory is the result of swallowing the bitter pill. The obvious pleaser contract being: Coat it in marzipan and holy water and all things ‘light’, or for heaven’s sake, at least smile!
I know how to smile; I have 1,000 of them.
Teach me how to bristle again, like a teenage hedgehog, at least when they run me over in the night I’ll have humored us all first, authentically.
Kensho Homestead 