I should be job hunting

I wonder, sometimes, why I’m so fond of sunglasses. I’ve no real fashion sense, no great grasp of the history of my favorite brands, and couldn’t tell you word one about design influences or concepts. All I know is what I like and what I don’t.

What it comes down to, then, is the conflict of who I am and who I want to be. I wear gaudy, attention-seeker shades most of the time, especially when I’m out and about, because I want to be noticed. I yearn for the contact so many take for granted. I try to express without words that there’s something underneath; if the eyes are the windows to the soul, then surely they’re something worth guarding.

Simultaneously, I want to hide, to disappear into the background, to be able to part the crowds and go about my business. I don’t want people to catch my furtive glances and think that I might have something in common with them, because I don’t. Or rather, I feel as though I don’t. If it doesn’t make sense to you, just imagine how fuckin’ difficult it is trying to live it.

Philosophy and sunglasses! This is why I have no future, because for every Peanut Butter and Chocolate there’s an arsenic and Tabasco.

I Contact

Yeah, that's the title I originally wanted to go with. I thought it was clever. Apparently someone else did, too.

This is yet another attempt at blogging, the last being an epically shitty Myspace bitchathon for which I am eternally sorry. Thankfully only four people ever saw it, so here's hoping to a slightly better record going forth.

Focus is likely going to be on eyewear -as though there aren't enough blogs on the interwebs devoted to the subject already - day-to-day dalliances - which are sure to be ULTRA-EXCITING given my life consists of unemployment and depression - and general wangst. I can hear you hitting "unsubscribe" already.

Should be fun!