Cosmic
Had a good night last night. A decent day in general yesterday. For lunch I met K downtown near where he works -- after braving the tollway, where nothing but Jags and Beemers drove erratically past me at 90 mph, no exaggeration. We ate at my new favorite place, this ultra hip Vegetarian Indian Cafe. Its an old 20's Bungalow style house, where you can eat on the front porch or in the living room at a table. The walls are murals with east Indian themes. There's a large fireplace that's been mosiaced a hundred different colors. And a fish tank where i watched the cutest little yellow fish eat rocks and then spit them out.
I felt a little out of place, in my slacks, high heals, pressed dress shirt -- when everyone else seemed to be in birkenstocks and cotton skirts. Oh well. The food was amazing. K and I shared samosas (pastries) with mint and tamarind chutneys. And then we had a place of rice, vegetables, and curry soup. Damn I want to go back again today.
I also had an epiphany yesterday. People judge each other by what they see on the outside -- and I project something that isn't exactly me. I think I've played it so safe on the outside for so long, that the real me has a hard time coming through -- even to myself. So I guess I need to make the outside match more of the inside. Then people -- as shallow as it is -- will finally see the real me -- and quite judging that I am some prudish librarian.
Librarians ain't got nuttin' on me.
CD
I felt a little out of place, in my slacks, high heals, pressed dress shirt -- when everyone else seemed to be in birkenstocks and cotton skirts. Oh well. The food was amazing. K and I shared samosas (pastries) with mint and tamarind chutneys. And then we had a place of rice, vegetables, and curry soup. Damn I want to go back again today.
I also had an epiphany yesterday. People judge each other by what they see on the outside -- and I project something that isn't exactly me. I think I've played it so safe on the outside for so long, that the real me has a hard time coming through -- even to myself. So I guess I need to make the outside match more of the inside. Then people -- as shallow as it is -- will finally see the real me -- and quite judging that I am some prudish librarian.
Librarians ain't got nuttin' on me.
CD
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