Words in my head that are not mine:
a) You're unhappy.
b) You should wear your hair out.
c) Why bother having long hair if you always wear it up?
d) You should leave your job.
e) You don't like your job.
f) You should wear makeup.
Words in my head that are mine:
a) I'm unhappy because my friends keep telling me I'm unhappy instead of listening to me or knowing whether I am or not. Oh, wait. Maybe I have less friends than I thought. Hang on, this one might be right.
b) I like my hair, but I usually wear it up. It's a challenge to see if I can get to Grandma length, ie, bum top length. But I really want blue foils. Should get on that.
c) Because I'd really, sincerely, rather not rinse other people's blood out of my hair in case of a flying spill. Tying it back, or up, is a good choice.
d) When you're paying my bills, you can tell me what I can or can't do...no, wait...wait...eff off.
e) Yeah...hmm. I've worked a long time to get here, and I'm good at it. I don't like the hours I work, even with their perks. And I have more to learn. But if you like, give me day shift with no boss person...I'm there. But otherwise? It's a good job, I'll stick.
f) Make-up? Oh, for shit's sake. So the orderlies think I'm hitting on them? Eff off. Or the peeps I work with do? I've never worn makeup at my current work, unless I've come from a dinner out where I have. I'm not starting now. They're quite free to believe I'm ugly. I don't.
I just think I'm me.
