Pajamas and rollers

I still find amusing seeing girls in Liverpool walking around town or going to the supermarket still in their pajamas and with rollers in her head. But really deep down I envy them. I'd LOVE to be able to go out in my pajamas. Oh, the comfort!! I could have done that while I was living in Liverpool and it wouldn't have mattered to anyone.

It's a great metaphore to what my life in this place has been. I haven't literally gone out in my pajamas but I have learnt to become comfortable with myself as a person. Sure, I still got awkard qualities that some people don't get but I don't get judged because of them. They can see the person that I am and like it. And if they don't they just keep moving without making any questions.

So, going back to a country like Venezuela, where appearances really matter it's a bit of a challenge. You would be socially crucified if you even went to the corner wearing pajamas or with rollers in your head. It's just unacceptable in that society. Dressing up is a must, for the ladies at least. And not only on the outside, but the inside as well. You are not allowed to be yourself if you're different. Your lifestyle and philosophies are not like everyone else's and therefore you're socially barred: 'So, you think because you're different you're better than everyone else?' 'No. I just am. Why is that so bad?'. I'm still waiting on the answer to that question.

I suppose it was easier when I was in school to blame my upbringing, or my good grades, or my status for my poor social skills. But now I got no excuses. I'm an outsider, a weirdo, and I gotta deal with it. People would expect me to put some 'make-up' on my personality, but I can't. Firstly because I don't want to and secondly because I don't know how to do it. So, all I'm trying to say is This is ME... You like it? Great! No? Please keep moving.

I'm ready to go out with (internal) pajamas and rollers in my head :D