10:08 p.m. | 2006-05-09 Two Steps Backwards Often Means Five Steps Forward. I’ve been trying to do a lot of things lately. With myself, just to be clear. Trying to be all fashionable, pulled together, personable and whatnot. Smile all the time kind of crap. Know what I’ve learned? Poppycock. In case you don’t know, my eyebrows are not finely trimmed. They’re also not offensively joined together above the bridge of my nose. That much I know. In case I don’t know how “full” my brows are, oh, I’ve been told. Lots of times. Of course, remarks like that send me off to find the plucking tools. Same thing with make-up... off to find some brushes. The shoes, same deal. High heels bought and worked into the routine. Fashion? More money but same deal. All things to make me better I suppose. However, I comply some of the time. Or rather, I’ve been complying for the last couple of years. Been plucking the brows, applying make-up, wearing high heals and donning fashionable clothes. When it all comes together, it’s good. I’ll admit that. But lately, not so much. The brows and the make-up routines have been cast aside. I’m still working the high heels and fashionable clothes. Sometimes, to me, that’s enough. In other words, I’ve gone back to myself. What I’m comfortable with. Personally, I think my brows are cute and I’m fine without makeup. That’s just me. Ignoring those things have never hampered my ability to make friends or attract boyfriends. And currently, I have a ton of friends. No issue there. Boyfriends? Not so much. But I haven’t been trying. Haven’t wanted to venture out into that territory. However, I've realized that I get the best results when I’m just me. When I am myself. And, I’m most comfortable with myself when I’m not all hung up about my eyebrows. Or shoes. Or whatever. When I just am. When I point out the ironically absurd things in life. Like the elevator in my building. It displays all the phone numbers to call in the case of an emergency, except there’s no phone in the elevator nor is there any reception for cell phones. And, of course, I don’t have a cell phone. So, if I’m ever stuck in the elevator in my building, well okay, I’ll just live off my fat stores and nevermind about my eyebrows. That’ll be the least of my problems at that point. But, the best part would be that I’d go down with a sense of humor. A good one at that. And, trust me, I’d find a way to leave a message. There’s a lot I can do with a little thread, snaps, screws and a hair-brained idea. A hair-brained idea? That never goes out of fashion. your thoughts? seed flower