Saturday, August 9, 2014

Sombre sitting


So this is what I wore yesterday, on casual Friday. I say sombre because it’s time for a break in color and return to my monochromatic element.


Sitting because I find myself, well, just sitting through my cameos for the past few months.


Though I’m smiling here (really have no choice since I have no jawline or high cheekbones), I still feel sad over the cutting of this tall and elegant palm, which I planted more than a decade ago.


Though raglan is usually associated with baseball and softball, there is certainly nothing soft about contemplation.


I almost didn’t get out of bed this morning because I just didn’t feel like it.


Sometimes I think overthinking has its toll – that being bipolar is more about the body and brain’s way of forcing my head to rest and relax after all the gnashing and gnawing. 


But I don’t think I’ll ever give it up. Chemical imbalance be damned! (Sorry, but I have less sympathy for those who are not intellectually strong enough to deal with depression and mood swings.)


Who says psychological misfits aren’t our genetic pools’ way of evolving?


It’s not easy striving to be original. Refusing to be deadened by the zombie tri-media shaking tired ideas to resurrection. Even if it means cutting an ear off.

Raglan, Uniqlo
Jeans, Neil Barrett
Sneakers, Fred Perry
Cardigan (tied), Muji
Beanie, 5cm

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