So I was at the coffee bean today and since no one else is working this week but me - there was no traffic on the roads and I had time to sit outside in the sunshine for a few minutes before getting on the road. As I sat there reading this book for work, I noticed a good looking couple heading in for coffee. Booooring -they were just another goodlooking couple - well dressed and in Hollywood. It suddenly hit me that this town throws some voodoo on everyone that heads into it - the myth of beauty. The stress of thinness. The ideal of physical perfection that permeates the smog filled air is almost a deterrent to personal success. I feel like this city is a living creature (you can decide for yourself if it is good or evil) that lures you -(if you have ever read Ishmael by Daniel Quinn - Mother Culture) to believe that the most important thing is beauty and that everything else will follow once that is acheived. The truth is, if you put all of your energies into achieving this physical beauty - you wont have any energy left to be the person you came out here to be. I haven't finished my coffee yet so maybe I am not expressing this properly, but I feel like I have been blinded by this body-envy. I came out here to be successful, not compete in a beauty pageant. Why isn't it OK just to be average? Why is physical mediocrity devestatingly depressing?
Have a great Thursday.
Na-na
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