Halloween! Let Your Inner Tramp Out.
Halloween really is the time when all sorts of people use it as an excuse to dress up scandalously. Certain women (and men) love this night mainly because they can wear revealing costumes and let their inner tramps out. Skin tight leotards, tons of make-up and hairspray, and lots of cleavage are all the rage! Don’t get me wrong, I have worn my share of tramped up costumes and loved every minute of it. I’m not a gal who usually goes around showing the goods by day—I’m a pretty conservative dresser in my real life. But people get swept up in the moment and french maid costumes abound. What’s a girl to do? A couple of months ago, on a whim, I bought a pretty scandalous gypsy costume. My guy and I had talked about hosting a Halloween party, so I wanted to be prepared. Of course, that idea ended up getting shelved because both the weekend before and the weekend after got booked up by other events. I guess I can still gypsy it up tonight while passing out treats to the neighborhood kids, but I’m not sure this costume has the “appropriate” vibe for that!
Mysterious Bruises
I’ve been pondering today about bruises. I mean actual, physical bruises—nothing subjective. Why is it when I bang my leg on a table, I will note out loud, “That’s going to leave a mark.” But later, when the mark has definitely been left, I can no longer remember how I got it? I have scars from my youth that I am no longer sure about. I know there are stories behind these pale, pencil-thin marks that I once told, but they are lost to me now. Time has pushed them aside to make way for newer memories. I’m only just at the beginning of my thirties, so how many more memories will be murdered as time goes by? I spoke with an older woman on a train ride once in my eleventh year. She told me then that vivid memories have come flooding back to her as she has aged. I didn’t understand it then, but now I long for that clarity.
To Blog or Not to Blog?
After 3 sleepless nights, I have decided to blog about it. What is the “it” you might ask? Life, the universe and everything will probably fall into that category. There is something very cathartic about writing in a more public forum. I used to keep a sporadic, bedside journal of my thoughts, feelings, etc. I always seemed to come back to it when I was dealing with struggle or grief. I’m hoping that this blog o’ mine will extend beyond the usual negativity that went into those writings. I live to remain optimistic.
