I attended a fund-raising dinner (ticket at the artist's rate) for a well-established local theater company last Saturday night.
I felt out of place.
I didn't have hundreds of dollars to drop on the charity auction items.
And no one else was wearing a kilt.
I felt out of place.
I didn't have hundreds of dollars to drop on the charity auction items.
And no one else was wearing a kilt.
maryjane:
you felt out of place because you dare to think for yourself. kilts are badass, and usually, only hoity-toity people can drop hundres of dollars on stuff. all that money can't buy them happiness, or even a sense of fufillment, or better yet- originality. have a groovy day, MaryJane
morgan:
That bit you posted in my journal is one of my favourite pieces of writing in the world.