Journal: I was thinking about the way I look today for a long time, maybe too long. I was out and about by the pond in the park. I was thinking about how people perceive me, how people see me.
I thought I’d just take a while and think about what more is there past the eyeball and eyeball socket and stuff.
The question still looming in my brain, the brain inside my head. You know?
I realize that I have no control over what they see, although that makes me angry. I think forcing everyone to see me or to tell me how they see me is possible but could take a lot of time.
I decided that I really don’t have the time to be angry and forceful for that long.
After I decided to move on with my thoughts, I bowed to the ducks at the pond and acknowledged how they could see the pretty me.