Vegas was my first trip back to the mainland after moving to Hawaii. All the people around me sounded different, robotic, but with an endearing sense of urgency. That prescribed, presumptuous hospitality. "May I help you?" "Thank you for shopping with us." City people were newly foreign to me. They sounded different and all looked different. Different clothes. I wished I could get pants with such a wide leg. A shirt as well tailored as that. A pair of shoes that would be 'just so.' The whole time I was there I felt I didn't look to strangers as the person I really was on my mushy insides. I wished I could construct myself externally more easily.
Fuck it.
I'll learn to sew and focus on the internal.
Yeah?
About Me
- KarolinaTrojanowiczBarry
- I love romantic comedies, long walks on the beach and cookie dough ice cream… just kidding! I like friends who hold up their end of the bargain. I like a good Kung Fu movie. I like bad Kung Fu movies. Heck, I just like movies. I like Piercings and tattoos. I love my husband more than anything in the world. Twelve years later it’s still the honeymoon period. I love baking my skin on the beach, sand between my toes, teenage kids screaming in the waves, water crashing, a good book to wander into and out of attention to. I love baking shortbread, knitting a blanket and making corsets. I can read a liar. I’ll dump an acquaintance if the relationship isn’t reciprocal, if you’re using me, or if you’re passive aggressive. If you ask me a question I’ll give you an honest answer, so be careful what you ask. The answer might be ugly, explicit, or just plain unpleasant… or maybe you’ll be glad you asked.
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