Books & Covers

Everyone is asleep but me. I really shouldn't drink diet coke at 3 in the afternoon-- is that really it?

So.. I ventured over to the book. No.. not "The Good Book," nor a piece of riveting literature- but rather- the facebook.

Out of curiosity- I decided to look up Becca. This girl that I've had a certain lack of like for for several years now. Not because I have any real reasons other than the fact that she dated a friend of mine- and when his mom had cancer and he needed to be home- she acted like nothing more than a selfish, crazy 20 year old. I suppose that now that she is later in years- she has grown out of that- but as that is the taste in my mouth- I have remembered it in her most recent history- for better or worse. (obviously worse- but you don't say "for worse" you say better or worse)

I looked through her stuff. I.E. her public photos...

Only to discover that she does in her life (maybe only for photograph sake) all that that I wish I were doing with my life...

Like wearing red lipstick. Taking dance classes with her husband. Designing cute gray skirts with lace and big red buttons. You know that stuff- that the all-to-hated hipster is made of? Like..... electric pop.. Tom Waits.. and pez.
Skirts and Stuff
I realized upon further examination of her photos etc... that she might not be such a hatable person- but rather could have some interests and all prior hatred of her was more hatred of how she treated a friend of mine... or hatred of her immaturity which could have passed with the last 5 years?

I realized that while, at one time, I prized myself in reading Anaïs Nin, although I didn't take photos of myself peering over a book with sultry eyes trying to convey the message "sexy and independently interesting"-- she should be afforded the right in her early twenties to do so without me thinking she is ... well... without thinking that she would continue to be who she was...

Or maybe, it was mere jealousy of her long legs and hair.

My point of this is and will continue to be-- that while it is ok to judge a book by its cover-- it is not ok to read the book and describe it to others as though you've only viewed the cover-- or conversely, to have never read the book and tell others you have-- just by looking at the cover.

The cover of this girl tells me today- maybe more (or less) than I already knew. She does interesting things- for photo-sake, I know not- but she appears to enjoy these things in her photos... she looks older. Maybe nicer. Maybe not. Maybe I was just jealous. Or something. Probably protective too.


Probably.



Probably not?