#Just thinkin' aloud here ... 3am's probably not a good time at night to be posting stuff like this

[skunkoon]

It feels ... strange falling in love with people and the ways which make them human. Seeing people be messy, not put together, with frizzy hair and visible pores and body hair and fat and acne. I look at people with these features and every time it cracks the vanir that everyone is "perfect" and "otherworldly". I see their humanity and it makes my heart swell knowing that they are real and alive and just making it through their day like I am. I love them for it.

And yet ... when I see these things within myself there's such a ferocious retalliation in my mind, telling me that there's no way anyone would see these things in me and find them equally charming. Is that not why we all hide our flaws? Who has the time or the compassion to put up with me being the one who's messy?