I’ve always been an outsider. An observer, looking in. Partly because I had a really independent childhood, partly because I’m an introvert, partly because of a lot of reasons. I live in my own world, everyone is just a guest in it.
What is this leading up to? Well, because I’m admittedly self-absorbed, I have this notion that my life is very dull… average. Grey and beige. Greige.
It’s hard to see myself as cool and interesting. Moreover, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it to be that way. Despite thinking that every life is special and unique, I have trouble seeing that with my own life.
To remedy the situation, I thought a blog of my thoughts and feelings would help. I can live my life yet also at some point in time, to step back and reflect on a tangible collection of special moments/thoughts/feelings. I could observe that the life I lived and live, is special and unique.
So here I am, trying to find the beauty in being greige…