No, not Marilyn Monroe. Although, I would LIKE to have as much status as that big girl did (and does). She has a strange following of folks. But I'm referring to Marilyn Munster.
See, Marilyn Munster was that cousin on the Munster's that was completely normal-looking, but surrounded by freaks and totally comfortable about them. I see myself as Marilyn because I also prefer the company of weirdos and 'gothic' types. I like darkly romantic thing and dark industrial music. I wish more could be done at night time than the day and I don't like getting sunburnt.
However, I am so on the fringe of 'looking' dark and goth. That's because I'm in a 'professional' job (ha! Probation as a profession!) that I can't really get away with anything too over the top. I had hair extensions for awhile that really freaked some people out. I also like my black nail polish on my toes, but even that is frowned upon.
So, the important thing for me to remember is that dressing and looking one way is not the only means to express myself. Although I would like purple hair and lots of heavy eyeliner (and I think Michael would dig it, too), I can't do that at this stage in my life. In fact, I may only get away with that when I'm old...and all old ladies have purple hair at that point. Most of those old ladies belong to a garden club. So, Marilyn Munster and I will continue to look 'normal' and be the freaks of the gothic world.
Just as long as I'm freakish SOMEWHERE...that's all I've ever aspired for in appearance...
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"