Growing strong, learning what I believe. Drinking it in like sweet nectar and I am a newly formed butterfly, thirsty to know more. Reaching and ever strengthening, my mind and body are as one as I find my pose and balance in life. Firm in the knowledge that my world, much like that tricky yoga pose, is completely figured out and I am totally myself. We are totally myself. We are growing in our truth and gathering strength and passion for our new discoveries. Technology, selfie sticks, a universal melding of minds…we are totally unique.
But Wait! How am I unique? How can I be me, if I am ‘we’…
I must break away. Do not jump off that bridge, you don’t even like that trend! Back Up, your soul is suffocating. Listen to it! Follow your dreams, wear Your clothes, write YOUR story…and good grief PLEASE do it without taking a staged, sad, pathetic attempt at a non-selfie selfie…or pictures of your ‘on point’ food, or that trendy place you DESPISE but shop at anyway because Vickie from the office does and she’s the boss’s cousin. And stop lying about Yoga, you can’t even do that pose where you just stand up.
Get Over It *mic drop*
She sniffed, snorted really; a reflex one tends to gain when you have colds and allergies at least one week per month—and that’s at the very least. This time, though, her cough and reflexive snort did something to her that she had never before experienced…they caused excruciating pain.
For some reason when she snorted the area between her temples reacted as though they wired together and being pulled on, or perhaps as an empty juice box with someone still sucking on the straw. She doubled over in pain, crying out helplessly to the deserted picnic tables around her. She wondered if this was what it felt like to have an aneurism. If maybe this were how she would die; a random head squeeze side effect from typical allergy stuffiness. Then, absurdly, she began to wonder if maybe her head now looked like an image from a fun house mirror, like she was now of one kind with weird kid on Goonies.
But death passed her by, her head resumed its usual shape, and the girl straightened, breathlessly asking the first passerby she saw, “How’s my hair?” Receiving a befuddled smile and thumbs up in return, she quickly snapped a selfie to commemorate the event. Captioned with ‘weird allergy side effects today totally made my head look funny, lol haha’ the picture soon plastered itself across four social networking sites and untold numbers of newsfeeds, eliciting responses of ‘u look gr8’, ‘b-u-tiful’, and ‘<3’ from her buddies long before she made it out of work for the day.