Destroy illusion and put truth in its place

So, I sat in my husband’s man cave for a bit. After sitting for a while, I starting organizing it. Mind you, I didn’t literally organize it. I just sat and wondered how I could recreate that essence of mine in my own setting.

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While I have my own space, I realized I couldn’t recreate what I envision in my head without spending massive amounts of money remodeling it, so I appreciated the simplicity of my hubby’s room. It’s filled with what’s important to him. Now I need to figure out what is important to me in my room even thought it really wouldn’t match the connecting rooms.  No, I can’t think that way. Actually, I can’t stop thinking that way.

there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind

Character flaw? In my defense, it doesn’t help that the kitchen is right behind me. And the dining room is to my left. I could add my own touches to both I suppose, but kitchens and dining rooms don’t inspire me lol. Maybe I need to dare to dream.

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“What is meant by “reality”? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable—now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying.”

Reality is a state of mind

“It overwhelms one walking home beneath the stars and makes the silent world more real than the world of speech—and then there it is again in an omnibus in the uproar of Piccadilly. Sometimes, too, it seems to dwell in shapes too far away for us to discern what their nature is. But whatever it touches, it fixes and makes permanent. That is what remains over when the skin of the day has been cast into the hedge; that is what is left of past time and of our loves and hates.”

Credits:

Outfit: Salt Vintage Dress Rose @ The Gacha Garden
Shoes: Apple May Designs Ballerina High Lace Heels
Jewelry: J&W Jewelers Emma Collection Necklace silver @ Designer Showcase
Hair: A&A Ariel Hair
Body Parts:  Maitreya Mesh Body Lara 4.1 and Lelutka Simone Bento
Poses: (1) *PosESioN* Etereum 1; (2) PosESioN* Etereum 2; (3) BellePoses – Mayla 3 (Bento Hands); (4) PosESioN* Mistica 2
Location: Days of O
Post title and italicized text courtesy of Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own

Modern Conflict: “Daddy’s little psycho and Mommy’s little soldier.”

In case you were interested, my own private drama involves a lot of stretching (and fidgeting, twitching, rubbing my face, and playing with locks of my hair). Speaking of private drama…

My own private drama

I’m an adult and then some, but I noticed my parents still view me as a child, so when we talk, I feel like I’m back at home. Some things never die. My dad thinks I’m silly (it’s called liberal nowadays in my dad’s head lol) and my mom believes I’m fighting for the greater good.

Love them both because they are both right. 😉

Now, down to business ! PurpleMoon Creations Elsie Socks are cute, cozy socks / leg warmers and only available on Marketplace !

I’m wearing:
Featured: : PurpleMoon Creations Elsie Socks – Maitreya
Outfit: Dead Dollz Juniper Maxi Sweater – Pink – Maitreya
Hair: Tableau Vivant \\ Messy updo wig – Browns
Pose: Fantasy 8 by Quixotica Zepp
Location: Days of O

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And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson

You know, I’ve never seen The Graduate, but I heard a remake of “Mrs. Robinson” on my way to work today, and it’s been in my head ever since. I’m not sure what the original songwriters meant when writing the lyrics, but it’s always been a song that made me think of dual personalities, but not in a mentally ill kind of way, if that makes sense. I mean…have you ever said one thing and shown the exact opposite?

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For instance, I’ve told people two glasses of wine can knock me out. I would never share that I can down an entire bottle and stay awake. Obviously, I am impaired, but I’m still wide awake. Well, I just shared, but I’ll hold my fingers accountable for that.

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In many cases, it’s okay to show one face to the public and one face in private. When the two intersect, it can be hypocritical depending on the receiver. Here’s another fun example. My co-worker interviewed several applicants for a position opening.

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The candidate was charming, spoke highly of the company, and had many skills.Unfortunately, as in life, there is usually someone better than you (reader rest assured it’s not me), so my co-worker opted to go with someone who had more of the skills she was looking for.

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This charming schmoozer with a wide variety of skills replied to the rejection email with 🖕.  I’ve never seen that either. Takeaway? We can’t judge a book by its cover because it may be missing crucial pages. C’est la vie.

I’m wearing

Outfit: Entice – So In Love @ Designer Showcase
Shoes: Entice – So In Love  @ Designer Showcase
Jewelry: ~Tantalum~ Locked Love Necklace and Earrings @ Designer Showcase
Hair: Argrace
Body Parts: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara and Lelutka Simone Bento
Poses: Fantasy (pics 2, 3, & 4) by Quixotica Zepp
Location: Days of O

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“My head’s above the rain and roses”

So, I had an eventful week. I had a birthday. I went to a workshop. I learned that I’m a ‘get appreciated’ personality type (according to the workshop). Good stuff huh? Although, that’s not the most important take away from this week. I also learned I could pass for a real life Laurie should I ever want to change my name.

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The workshop dude thought my name was Laurie. When I first started working with one of my co-workers, she called me Laurie and called another co-worker Lisa whose name was Laurie. I know what you’re thinking because I thought about it for a bit. Unforgettable was my first thought, so I had to do some digging. I mean, my self-esteem was on the line!

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I decided a name is just a name. Sometimes, I don’t feel like a Lisa (my formal name is actually Alisa; huh lol), and I feel more like a Laylah. Then there are days I feel like Sunshine. I don’t feel like a Jasmine anymore, though. Those days are over. The moral of my story? Sorry, but I don’t have one. This story is only beginning (or at least in the middle of the book). 😉

I’m wearing
Outfit: Egoisme Elisa Pants and Sweater
Hair: Exile:: Snow Fall (L) @ The Arcade December 
Shoes: *katat0nik* (white / LT) Strap Boot (former Arcade item)
Body Parts: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara and LAQ Mesh Head Trinity
Props: CurelessAmore: /Surrealisme/ Manifeste Balloon (former Arcade item) and Moon Amore: Frozen Xmas/ Snowy Wearable @ The Arcade December
Poses: Del May Little Breath and Aloft
Location: Days of O

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