My life is a performance. I am performing my role as a woman/girl/lady/person with a vagina every day. Sometimes I get confused though as to what kind of role am I supposed to be playing. Should I be cute today? Maybe I should be sexy instead. Should I play dumb or try and be a tough smart bitch who won’t take any crap from nobody?
At the end of the day, it is best to pretend to be really really happy. It is best to LOVE YOUR LIFE because then people will love you and want to be around you because you’re so full of joy and appreciation for all the beautiful things that are out there.
Sometimes, I think if I say it enough times, it will become true. Maybe some people will resent me and find me annoying for loving my life so much and being so proud of loving my life that I collapse in the street professing my love for life but they are most likely jealous that they can’t be as free and/or as fake/performative as me.
I want to love life so bad that I love it so bad. I mean, when I think about it, my life is so great. I don’t have to worry about dealing with unfair communist takeovers and twitter Revolutions
or swine flu
Ok, might have to deal with swine flu (I am between ages 25-45 shit) but probably not. Think it’ll blow over like the bird flu and THE SUPERBUG.
Ultimately, I’m really glad my biggest probs are ones that involve my higher education and social situation. I feel really lucky today.