sailorette’s diary - a diary writen by a sailorette for her loved ones to read after returning safely home from sea

I’m going to let you into a little secret. A secret for living. Be ugly.

I was reading lately somewhere about beautiful couples. As soon as a beautiful person goes out with another beautiful person they cancel each other out. Each is no longer beautiful. They are of equal status and forefit their beauty. If a beautiful person goes out with an ugly person, both benifit.

I have never worn much make-up. The times I have it has been more of a ritual event, a bonding experience with my fellow female friends. It is those rare times when I dabble with rouge and paint my lips pink that people remark on my appearance with appreciation. If I looked like this all the time, these people would not remark, they would not notice.

Without makeup, there is potential. Without makeup you are real.

“The worst stratergy I could pursue is self-improvement… My idea is to make ugly work in my favour. Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn’t glitter and shine.” Survivor, p220

And I was looking for something just like this

It is my last week at digit. I am project managing myself. This means I have time to read short stories such as Guts by Chuck Palahniuk while simultaneously sucking down a quickly melting strawberry tropical calippo.

A BAD combination.

I finish reading. Breathe.

My head feels very cold. I stand up from my desk and feel like a penguin is tap dancing up my spine. After my body has normalised itself I’m left with this strange feeling. A feeling that I am, slowly, turning into a boring person. So slowly, that its like glass, a liquid that moves so slowly, you’d never see it move in your life time.

And i’m reminded of the quote from the man himself,

“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”

Boring is for people who have lived life. They can be boring. Some boring people are the most interesting people I know. This is another form of boredom. I’m sure God lets this type of boredom slip his black list.

I am not one of these people.

I would write more, but I feel I might bore you.

This is a comment to nico’s post, but as he has no comment options on his blog, i’ve had to reference it through mine.

In response to the why, maybe the reason is just to do it; a change - to give yourself the choice.

As Chuck says

“I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. That’s the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about… in a way this is trading one compulsive behavior for another, but at least with the new one, you’re choosing it.”