Bourgeoisie, keeping up with the Jones'...all so transparent and I confess, I can't stand it. I won't lie, pearls, rolex's, costume jewelry...just not my style. Fake nails and complete makeup masks (concealer, foundation, blush, lip liner, lipstick, eye shadow, etc, etc), perms, weaves...just not my style.
I'd rather have beautiful art for jewelry, sleeveless (even in the winter time) dresses, sandals (even though I love me some heels!), braids wrapped up in a bun or my au natural curly mop on top, mascara and lip gloss and oil of olay. I have bamboo mats for window coverings instead of hundred dollar "window treatments". A nice warm sweater someone left to adopt at Goodwill. Couches that get wrapped with knitted blankets. Pretty ones....oh and I drive a truck (and no not the mercedes benz type).
Point is I am not knocking the lifestyles of the "I wanna be" Rich & Famous. I adore fashion and I adore a great pant suit! And I certainly enjoy the finer things in life... when I WANT them and not because I'm trying to keep in step with you, you and you. But I also think it doesn't make me unable to relate to you nor does it mean you should not take me seriously. My way and yours DO NOT make who we really are. Our spirits do. Whether we follow and seek the Word of God is what matters and are we understanding and applying that when we relate to one another. That's how you should judge me. And vice versa. And that's how you should know to take me seriously. I'm much more than I appear to be. I just don't make the effort to appear more than I am.
Cruddy, terribly written confession but it was buggin me.
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