So maybe I'm not like all the rest of them. I don't have my own body and I never much felt like I needed one. Caitlyn - AiLynn (depending on what mood you catch her in) is all the body that I need. We're part puppet, part human, part Irish and part sane. Can you be part sane? That makes you insane, because you're either sane or not. You can't be partly sane...eh. Who am I to talk about the intricacies of sanity and whatnot? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not quite all there myself.
I'm not what anyone wants me to be. I care even when I say I don't. Writing is my life, acting is my soul and drinking is my escape. My boss is evil, and the children who I entertain for money are even more evil. I hate stupidity, sadly most people I know are stupid. I live only for my next smile, my next embarrassing moment, my next blog-worthy event. I've left half my heart in New York City. The other half I left in England. My sanity ran away a long time ago, and I don't miss it at all. I have a five-inch lesbian, Lenore, living inside my head, who often takes over when I'm incapacitated/in the presence of someone who I want to impress (and ultimately fail at doing so. Thanks, Lenny). I swear far too much and smoke far too much.
And Effy was right. When you're born backwards, words do go past you backwards. Everything is backwards. The people I should love, I hate, and the people I should hate...well. You get the picture.
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