The weather's cooled down a bit. I'm thankful for that, maybe my makeup will have more staying power. I haven't bothered with makeup for quite some time, and I am a makeup junkie. Summer is nice because it spells out holidays, but no matter how many waterproof, perspiration-proof products I buy (and most turn out to be very expensive), summer still has the upper hand where my make up staying on is concerned. I have waterproof foundation, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, liner, everything in the book. Maybe now it will start staying on, I'll try my luck tonight.
My life in general, I'm like waiting for things to happen, real life to start. Or is this real life? I was TV zapping yesterday evening and I stumbled on this TV programme where men go to great lengths to propose to their girlfriends. And that made their girlfriends so happy. And I just stared and wondered how it really wouldn't make me so happy. Somewhere, I have read that mammals, including human beings want to couple by instinct. So where is my instinct, I think I've lost it along the way. Being on your own is seen as a disgrace, but I can never figure out why. I am more interested in cats than I am in men. Cats are beautiful, they purr their way into your heart. Men... well they're ok I suppose but they are just little boys. I just cannot help thinking of my biology classes, and remembering the good old amoeba, it just was reproducing on its own, so asexual. Now I don't even want to reproduce, but I do feel asexual. I could start thinking and coming up with a new philosophy, but I am just going to be for now.
As long as I'm happy, who cares. I'm not harming anyone, I just am maybe a little bit odd, but I've always been that bit strange even as a child. Constantly hiding behind your dad when he meets someone he knows probably isn't very normal child behaviour. But it's normal enough for me. As it was so normal for my twin to start pestering whoever it was non stop. People thought that was cute, they still think that talking non stop like he does is cute. But people do not know the real inside of my flamboyant twin. I have been so blessed in life, having a twin makes life so much nicer. You see the admiration on people's face because your own twin is a public figure, and you are bursting with pride because he's a part of you, we're two halves. And you know your twin loves you the most in the whole world, he will go to great lengths to see you happy, he will hug you with a hug that is so special, he will help you out in times of distress, cry with you and laugh with you. And you know you are a musical pair, you know just what he's going to do and say before he himself knows it. That is the power of twins. It's double power, as good as Algida's double chocolate, and double caramel icecream. It's having the instinct of sticking up for one another, for sharing everything. For we may look as different as night and day, but the bond is too stead fast to break. Mum had it so right from the beginning. She used to say that God chose us to be together for a reason, to look out for each other, to love each other the most. And she had no twin experience. But she was so right. Nobody messed with my twin at school as long as I was around. Now the tables have turned, he does most of the looking after. But it's still a, don't mess with my twin, for he's the one I love most in my life. Funny how siblings tend to drift apart in adulthood, we've just grown closer. Maybe it's healthy, maybe it isn't , but it's just the way it is.
My life in general, I'm like waiting for things to happen, real life to start. Or is this real life? I was TV zapping yesterday evening and I stumbled on this TV programme where men go to great lengths to propose to their girlfriends. And that made their girlfriends so happy. And I just stared and wondered how it really wouldn't make me so happy. Somewhere, I have read that mammals, including human beings want to couple by instinct. So where is my instinct, I think I've lost it along the way. Being on your own is seen as a disgrace, but I can never figure out why. I am more interested in cats than I am in men. Cats are beautiful, they purr their way into your heart. Men... well they're ok I suppose but they are just little boys. I just cannot help thinking of my biology classes, and remembering the good old amoeba, it just was reproducing on its own, so asexual. Now I don't even want to reproduce, but I do feel asexual. I could start thinking and coming up with a new philosophy, but I am just going to be for now.
As long as I'm happy, who cares. I'm not harming anyone, I just am maybe a little bit odd, but I've always been that bit strange even as a child. Constantly hiding behind your dad when he meets someone he knows probably isn't very normal child behaviour. But it's normal enough for me. As it was so normal for my twin to start pestering whoever it was non stop. People thought that was cute, they still think that talking non stop like he does is cute. But people do not know the real inside of my flamboyant twin. I have been so blessed in life, having a twin makes life so much nicer. You see the admiration on people's face because your own twin is a public figure, and you are bursting with pride because he's a part of you, we're two halves. And you know your twin loves you the most in the whole world, he will go to great lengths to see you happy, he will hug you with a hug that is so special, he will help you out in times of distress, cry with you and laugh with you. And you know you are a musical pair, you know just what he's going to do and say before he himself knows it. That is the power of twins. It's double power, as good as Algida's double chocolate, and double caramel icecream. It's having the instinct of sticking up for one another, for sharing everything. For we may look as different as night and day, but the bond is too stead fast to break. Mum had it so right from the beginning. She used to say that God chose us to be together for a reason, to look out for each other, to love each other the most. And she had no twin experience. But she was so right. Nobody messed with my twin at school as long as I was around. Now the tables have turned, he does most of the looking after. But it's still a, don't mess with my twin, for he's the one I love most in my life. Funny how siblings tend to drift apart in adulthood, we've just grown closer. Maybe it's healthy, maybe it isn't , but it's just the way it is.
