Thursday, 31 January, 2013
Those Unpleasant Boy Days
I could not wait to get home and get into something more comfortable.
I had to go out dressed like a typical boy today. I hate days like that, but they are a fact of life. There are just some times when I cannot be myself. So I put my best boy foot forward. Blue chinos, a grey turtleneck and a nice wool jumper (sweater for some of you). I looked positively normal. Respectable, even. I took the train as the wind gusts have been very bad and the last thing I want is to be blown off my bike. I felt a bit odd on the train. I almost worried that people would see through me, see that I was pretending to be somebody I was not. But I still am that person who wears those clothes. He is still somewhere inside of me. It is good to remember that he is just as much a part of me as the part of me that I would prefer to be seen. Perhaps I am a bit hard on him. He is not a bad person, but I feel ever more distant from him.
Anyhow, he was a smashing success. He was at his establishment best, laughing and carousing with the best of them. Nobody there ever suspected what lay behind his very proper demeanour. He came, he participated, he said his goodbyes, he went home.
And the first thing that we did was put on something more comfortable! Usually by this hour I have put on something far more comfortable than this, if you know what I mean, but for the moment, I am just happy to be like this. So much joy to put away those boring clothes and wear something far more interesting, n'est-ce pas?
