At least nature had the good sense to make THAT an innie. :)
Imagine going through life wearing a bear suit. It could have some advantages. No one would invade your personal space - physically or figuratively. You'd feel reasonably secure in sketchy situations because it's easy to put up your fur, fix a stare, and make any predator think twice. ...and I guess you could evacuate in the woods anytime you got the urge... :)
The problem is, to the world... you're a bear. This has long term consequences to the being inside the bear suit....
I don't want to sound like I'm complaining. I made the bear suit. ...Crafted it when I was a little kid. It worked great. Slowly as it came together, I stopped getting the snot beat out of me. Stopped being publicly ridiculed by teachers for inappropriate (cluelessly effeminate) behavior, life became easier in the bear suit, Of course, life in the bear suit wasn't life at all. It was some kind of life-support but it prevented me from actually getting engaged & participating in life. While my peers were hormone-crazed adolescents, I stayed snug in my bear suit & watched it all go on around me. I found a job suitable for a bear, and got good enough at it to keep it for longer than I ever expected to be able to. I work with people who like bears. I'm not so sure they'd like the being in the bear suit, but eventually we will all find out.
For now I'm just struggling to get this damn thing off. I can't breathe!
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Though you say you are a girl in a bear suit, you have a lovely heart and so much compassion; your kind words I've read elsewhere give me great hope for this world...
Thank you for them!
alan
I'm blushing! I didn't know I knew how to DO that! Please don't diagram that last sentence - grammar girl would kill me, but I kind of like to "talk to the page" even if it means mutilating a sentence structure along the way.
I guess it never really occurred to me that anyone would care to read my blog. I just kind of put it out here because I post comments to other people's stuff and thought it only fair if someone wondered "just who does she think she IS?" - that there should be a place to find out. :)
Lots of bloggers do it to drive traffic, I guess I fall into the category of just getting it out of my head and onto the page - because it's spent way too long cooped up in there.
As I have an unhealthy obsession with metaphor, I guess it just seems like putting messages into bottles and tossing them into the sea... not because I hope someone will find them, but more to just get all these bottles off my damned beach. :)
Thanks again for the very kind comments.
It looks like a lovely stretch of sand to me!
alan
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