Thoughts while the soup boils
What do you call a woman sitting at an airport bar
heelspantsbeltblazer sitting up straight;
at-ease?
I used to think becoming her
was a matter of perception.
ie. manipulation of the viewer’s thinking, and
what their seeing…
A fake it until you make it.
Tonight, I read Joan Didion’s essay,
“On Self Respect”,
and it makes me think about dating.
How many of us have chosen partners who perceive us
well yet
do not fully see us?
I know it’s moreso a matter of internal position.
How do I feel about I?
But how seamlessly do the flaws come out overtime without prodding?
How much must I know about myself to
put forth the true version?