The Child That Never Left Me

Item 5:

I love fantasy because there is too much that the real world doesn't let you do.

The Child That Never Left Me

Item 4:

I love to go grocery shopping with my mama, and make her push me down the aisles while I hang off the front of the shopping cart.

The Child That Never Left Me

Item 3:

I proudly wear temporary tattoos from candy wrappers and still feel so bad-ass.

The Child That Never Left Me

Item 2:

I love to walk into vintage book stores, because I secretly hope that I'll stumble across an old book that was lost in time, which holds the map to a treasure.

The Child That Never Left Me

Item 1 -

When I'm driving my car, I often turn down the music, then use my mouth and voice to make car sound effects of a motor revving, brakes screeching and crashing sounds.

Personal Reflection

I have never been a vain person. Really, I have not.

Sometimes, the the things that I say may come across as vain, but let me assure you that these things are probably fuelled by a complicated and deep-seeded sense of insecurity that I'd rather not delve into, in this blog post.

Nonetheless... I have, in often times been 'caught'. Caught in front of a mirror.

If I am in the presence of a mirror and I have the time, and the patience, you will often find me looking into it, looking at myself. I don't stare at myself and think "You're beautiful" or "You're ugly" or "Was that spot there, yesterday?!". No sir, I just look and see... me.

Why is this important to me? Well it's simple really. From where my eyes are positioned, I cannot see myself. Now think about it. 6 billion people in the world, and I am the only one who can't see me, not without the help of a mirror.

For a change, I want to see myself smile, see myself laugh, see myself cry... see fear and doubt in my own eyes, gaze into my own soul... see those bags under my eyes, see my nose, see my teeth see my ears, my chin, my cheeks. MY FACE.

Someone will often walk past and say "Aha! Caught you looking at yourself!"... as if I was doing something wrong. I don't think there's anything wrong, so long as it's not fuelled by a narcissism that disables you from seeing the beauty in every person in all of the world... nor is it healthy to see yourself for the purposes of self-criticism and self-loathing.

Do me... no... yourself, a big favour.

Find a mirror. Sit in front of it. Look at what I can see.

Aren't I lucky?

Doc