Vanishing Act
A Plea by Ivy Dillinger
Every now and then, it's healthy to disappear. To just drop off the face of the earth. To not answer the phone. Not return emails. Ignore your friends and relatives. I stand by this; I recommend it.
I want to wear different costumes and be different people. I want to be homeless for a while. I want to be the richest bitch in America. I want to take my brain out and wear someone else's. I'm so sick of seeing the same image when I glance in a mirror. I want excitement. I want danger. I want fresh sex. I want to be a chef. I want to get away with murder.
I want to be a better writer.
posted by Ivy Dillinger at 1:45 PM
4 Comments:
Sometimes I go out by myself. To a dank club. And dance. And I am 6 ft 5 and not sinewy. No one knows me. I don't care. I walk away sweaty. Smiling. And then slip back under the covers this are my life.
j.
8:14 AM
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8:14 AM
It is nice to disappear, but is it is also nice when you come back. :)
12:33 PM
To escape, I go to Renaissance faires. A bit geeky, I know, but it really does help me. I get to dress up as a wench and carry a whole new persona for one stress-free weekend. No one recognizes me, and I can even talk with a cheesy accent.
In other words, I completely identify with this post...and you already are a better writer. A better writer than me, for sure! Superior work here.
9:37 AM
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