Random Babbles of the Many Kinds!
Sometimes, I don't want to be me. There's nothing good about me. Really, there isn't. I imagine what it would be like in other people's shoes. Sometimes a rich person's expensive shoes. Sometimes a person without shoes and with only the clothes on their back and a dog named Jelly Bean. Or a person with absolutely no obligations, nothing holding them back from doing anything or nothing at all. I wish I could be anyone. Anyone, but me. I space out, wish I didn't have big hips. big breast, belly rolls, and a flat ass. Wish my I had a body that everybody wanted or a body that at least got noticed, but certainly not mine. In my head, I rip my soul out of my body and place it on someone beautiful or handsome or plain or ugly. But I can't. Because I'm not anybody. I'm just me. So, I stick to what I have. I flaunt the things I have plenty of. Wit, snide, intuition, sarcasm, sass, cleavage. And shrug off the things that you p...