Have you ever wondered what you would do if you found yourself really, really misplaced? I wonder, for example, what I would do if I found myself employed for a year as an intern at a high-speed, high-stress, high-fashion modeling agency in New York. "Who's the fat guy in the Levi jeans and the white sneakers?" "I think he's the new intern." Would I be able to make any friends? Would I be able to find anything interesting to do, or would I be relegated to moving boxes around and rinsing out the bulemia buckets? I get the feeling they would want really attractive, stylish people even for those jobs. Maybe I could find a niche and fit in. Maybe I could become a valued member of the team. Maybe someone would grow fond of me, like a pet mutt, and tell me I have a good bone structure. Maybe I could be the big, funny guy in the back of the group photos that everyone remembers warmly after the internship is over and he returns to Texas. I wonder if I would change at all. Would I come back with my hair bleached wearing ill-advised hip-huggers? Would I walk into my closet and JUST DIE! Who knows. Probably I would be largely the same, but I wonder.
And how about you? Tell me a place in which you just could never picture yourself. Can you imagine it working out? How would it change you?
Later. Love.
P.S. - I posted a very short piece on my cogito writing site. It's called For What It's Worth. Check it out, if you'd like. Thanks for stopping by.
