It was one of those days. She and I were wearing the same dress we wore yesterday. Also, the day before. We were going through one of those phases where you want to wear the same clothes everyday. This time the phase lasted nearly two weeks. We had always gone through phases like this. At one time we hung upside down off her bed so our hair looked like it stood on end and we sprayed a whole bottle of hair spray so it would stay like that when we stood. We'd hang upside down with the blood rushing to our heads while we waited for it to dry. We thought it was cool and we looked cool with it. Two bony nine year olds with dos like Einstein had cloned his hair and implanted it to our skulls, watered it regularly and watched it grow. This phase had lasted for a month of February on a leap year and only stopped when I had gotten sick from inhaling the many fumes from our Xtra Stronghold. Then we had gone through other phases and those phases got us here in the same dress, nine years later. We were stranded. At least we had hoped we were stranded. We had hoped for a lot of things and now we had hoped that we were stuck in the wild of the city and would have to scour to find food and shelter. For an instant I hoped we didn't know anyone else. I really hoped that. And we were a family. Family. The ones around when there's no one else. But we were in the same town we had been in for ten plus years and we knew everyone. That's why we wished we were stranded somewhere, and there wasn't a familiar face.
You don't really learn anything from it, besides the desperation and boredom of two teenage girls, so it's really not great.. or really good. But it's fun. It captures us, or at least me, in a different state in my life, when I was restless. Hasn't really changed but I believe acceptance is kicking in.
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