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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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man woman
Sometimes I catch myself looking at a guy and thinking, 'That's a man,' or I'll look at a girl and think, 'That's a woman.'This may seem like a totally normal process of evaluation and recognition that everybody naturally goes through, but I wonder if anybody else feels the same muted awe that I sometimes get. The difference and similarity between the sexes is a wonder by itself, like a little daily miracle that everybody has gotten accustomed to. Perhaps I'm finally rubbing off the remains of my androgynous outlook on life. This act of 'shedding' also takes away a part of the mystery I've always associated with adults (not saying I've been clueless, or even innocent at this point but hey you get what i mean). It's like being able to see through the smoke and mirrors, and I'm stuck at the phase where you wow over the complexity of something so simple. It feels like a spark of brilliance. Man, woman, both are intriguing creatures in their own right. But of course, the moment passes and I return to the crowd. Now, it's the features of a person that catch my eye. Mole, pianist fingers, crooked nose, glitter dress, blonde hair, nose ring, flat chest, tight abs; those kinds of things. It's not too bad, but it doesn't give off the same weird atmosphere it did when a man is a man and a woman is a woman. I don't know if I'm making much sense here, but I am trying to explain it the best I could. Which isn't much because I don't really understand it myself. Don't get me started on transvestites. Labels: thoughts |