Not in a socially awkward way, although I've been told I'm a bit too bold and confident, which can be (and has been) misconceived as arrogant and snobby. Oh well. I should care about that, but I don't.
What I find odd about myself is my sense of style.
If you saw just my photography, you'd conclude I'm an city girl with a niche for urban-wear and love super artsy stuff.
If you walked into my house, you'd assume I'm a traditional woman with wholesome values and an appreciation of antiques.
If you judge me by the clothes I wear, you'd take me as a fairly anonymous person who just blends in with most of the boring, safe, easy kind of clothes-wearing robots that clutter our streets and stand without an original thought in their minds.
The truth is:
I don't do art that would ever go in my home, but I'm happy in the moment I'm making it. I don't want to change a thing in my house because I love the feeling of old things surrounding me carrying on their own stories hidden inside. I don't know what to wear most days and end up picking out something black or brown (and I never know what to do with my hair
I think we're all multi-layered people, but some of us have more clashing than corresponding areas of style. When you look at yourself in the sense of styles, and you break them down to find contrasting themes, it's a great reminder why we shouldn't judge people by appearances.
The outside is not always reflective of what is within.
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