So, for some reason, the closer we get to Halloween, the more my thoughts turn to...romance. Maybe it's because this holiday is celebrated by being anyone other than yourself (& especially in America, by being that in as sexy a fashion as can be arranged). I dunno, but I am often of a more romantically minded frame than usual this time of year.
Yesterday, one of my roomies & I went to Little India for just some morning window shopping. See, when I think of romance, I picture India, especially Indian clothing. Somehow, Indian clothing strikes me as especially beautiful...maybe because it is utterly unsuited to my build or coloring, who knows, but when I am shopping among the saris & other garments, it is easy to imagine the old fairy-tale princess stories. Maybe because the SCA has utterly de-mystified Medieval Europe for me, I don't see princesses and happy-ever-after there...it's too prosaic.
so, since that trip, my mind has been caught up with thoughts of romance & other silliness. This may account for why I am periodically checking my chat window to see if someone has messaged me. Note that there is no real reason for this person to message me, nor should I be looking for them to do so, given my peculiar situation. Remind me sometime and I'll tell you what I can about the peculiarities and my own ambivalence (not pretty when combined with cowardice, lemme tell ya). Suffice it to say that I am feeling more than a little foolish (but not twitterpated).
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