Being perfect perhaps comes after you have swallowed insults, borne indiscriminate views on morality and gestures, strutted away in complete defiance and made it a point to not react to people who seek pleasure in a slow emotional mutilation. While belonging to a second sex quite literally has its own perils I chose to celebrate the fact I had ovaries, that I could twirl my lashes, pick lace lingerie and even wear high heels. But many a times "My missy" which is the good girl inside me adhered to the non-defined conventions of how to conduct myself. If an abuse crawled onto my lips I paid great attention in slipping it back to my gut where all the anger simmered... whew! But many a times I try to keep my missy tamed and hidden because it so spoils all the fun. It sucks the spirit out of my system like an expensive vacuum cleaner that can detect specks of dirt even on an earbud. Like for instance the other day I had some guests over for lunch well they were my relatives... the white vultures who pounce on fresh meat and relish every bit of succulent tender meat coming off your body. I had to put up with my missy that day as she would intrude every now and then. While I wanted to lounge in my room listening to some downloaded junk Missy kicked in to say how I need to sit and nod with my extended family. They would comment on everything from how I need to spruce up my life with "them" to my job which quite literally keeps me away from my family. Missy nodded while I had an invisible frown on my forehead and a mute abuse stuck in my vocal chords.
I thought my job made me happy well it does! But I lurk in shadows when I encounter those obnoxious vultures at work who love wearing the see all glasses. And then I dont let my missy do the talking, I hurl the four letter word with a smile... almost as an impunitive measure to stop the jerks!! But missy very frankly what were you thinking????
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