Discombobulations

Sometimes I want to feel like a child, sometimes I want to feel like a woman. But I never seem to be the right age at the right time.

Publié le 10 janv. 2024 Mis à jour le 10 janv. 2024 Bien-être

2 min

CREATIVE ROOM

Discombobulations

Accueil

J'adore

Solidaire

Waouh

0 commentaire

489 lectures

réactions

Tu ne peux plus consulter d’articles ce mois-ci sans être connecté.

Pour ne pas être limité et profiter pleinement de nouvelles fonctionnalités, connecte-toi ou créé un compte en cliquant ci-dessous, c’est gratuit ! Se connecter

Sometimes I want to feel like a child, sometimes I want to feel like a woman. But I never seem to be the right age at the right time.

Juli8

Contribuer

Or: The tribulations of Awareness of Myself and Perception of Others, two best enemies with a magical rivalry (Episode 1: Never a Woman at the Right Time).

Part 1

In the supermarket that day, I play-pretend at being a businesswoman; back straight, basket defying the gravity at the very edge of my fingertips, eyebrows slightly furrowed on an almost perfect poker face. I compare prices per kilo while adjusting fictitious glasses on the tip of my nose. I throw my future purchase into the basket with a quick, brisk gesture. The gesture of a woman well-grounded in business -I tell myself.

That’s until a store employee decides to break my fantasy by adding a "yooplah!" to my throw. A yooplah dedicated to me. A Mary Poppins-style "yooplah", a cheer for children. My script is turned upside