why does that word have to be a connotation for something bland and boring? plain is a base. plain is a canvas. plain is a start.
for some reason i think of myself as plain.
i see myself as unimpressive, not fancy, nothing great or special or extraordinary.
now dear reader, don't think i'm depressed or anything.
im not sitting here with chocolate and booze and a chick flick (although that does sound quite amazing right now).
i just mean that... i don't fit a mold, a design or a model. i dont fit any social group i have tried to be a part of. i don't fit anywhere.
not to say i cant or wont, i just dont.
im the plain chip. im the plain bagel. im the plain m&m. (i swear to god i have had food on the brain today so sorry for all the food references.)
the wonderful thing about plain is that it goes with everything.
(back to food again....)
take a chip.... some things do NOT go with bbq chips or cheddar sour cream and onion chips (drooling right now). they already have a flavor and an audience to where they belong.
i dont fit in anywhere.
and i like it that way.
maybe because i have the opportunity to fit in anywhere.
im not popular or sought after.
i am not the talk on everyone's lips.
it is rare if i get a text or an email.
i cant remember the last time i got a phone call i didnt somehow instigate.
i dont have a niche or a group or a following or a place that i belong and can call home.
and sadly, i have to say that i kind of like it that way.
i like to be a societal nomad.
i like not knowing where i belong because i dont really want to belong to anyone or anything or anywhere. i want to belong to everyone and everywhere.
so consider me a plain canvas.
consider the whole world to be a set of paint.
i love the fact that each person that comes into my life is a different color and texture and shape.
so you see.... plain doesn't need to be seen as dull, boring, or uninspiring.
plain can just be...
a start of something.
an openness to everything.
and my little hippie brain is ok with that.