"The woman who can create her own job is the woman who will win fame and fortune." Amanda Earhart
I surreptitiously wandered into a grande holiday party the other day. Before I continue with this unsolicited confessional. I would appreciate it if you promised me, that this featured tale of bold expectations. Would not leave this site. The last thing I need, is to make the morning papers tomorrow. With a less than flattering mug shot. As if any mugshot, was ever flattering (rolls eyes) I mean that would be a quick shot to fame, if you ask me. That and those other stuffs... But the problem with that route, is that I know way too much, to act and be stupid. Remember, I am sort of an alien, in a world gone terribly mad.
So back to the fancy and grande holiday party. I happened by, when I saw this bling of steeply dressed human beings. They were being respectfully ushered, into a well known landmark building. My interest was hyped-up, just about a notch. Who were these people? And how come nobody thought, to inform me that the 'movers and shakers', were in town. I mean apart from the fact, that I would have completely avoided that route altogether. I also needed to be in the know, whenever the city was invaded. As I eagerly looked on, my head pondered the question; 'To go or not to go'. Meanwhile physically, I was already in the phrase 'she is gone'. As I drew closer to the crowd in curiosity, I felt a floating sensation come over me. I was moving right along with them. Even though it felt more like, I was mingling with their highly-priced costumes.
As more guests arrived, they were gingerly lifted off the limousine and carefully planted on the curb, to begin the grand walk of renown. I made a mental note, for the near future; to sit until the door was opened. And then when I was lifted out of the limousine, to stop, smile at the blinding flashes of light from the cameras and do the ever unassuming Miss America wave. Somehow and eventually, I floated into the venue undetected. Undetected because the world was still oblivious, of this divergent and rare genius of a gem in their midst. That would be me of course! Or most likely undetected, because I was camouflaged by the long trains of tail-coats, designer gowns or the stark and bare skins that lacked any gown or design whatsoever.
Surprisingly, I was stopped at the red ropes! It may have been my simple, just-taking-a-walk-through-the-park outfit, that exposed my clandestine efforts. Whatever may have prompted that halting rudeness at the gates of fame, I do not know. But this much I know, I was responding to the unconscious pull of destiny, if you will. Even though my reckless adornment and apparel was a tad bit too impetuous,for the occasion. I expected my worthy 'self recognizance', to have sailed me through to an acceptance speech. Besides I had my reasons for traipsing, without a bucket of paint dripping down my face. And my ensemble had a defense too! It would seem foolish and desperate to dress to the nines just to cross the streets if you ask me.
As the check-in person glared at me, with bewilderment and contempt. I rearranged my sports jacket and scarf. It may have been an attempt at disguise, lest she be disappointed that I would arrive at my own imaginary coronation, less than stellar. Or a move than was supposed to be reassuring, both to myself for enduring such condescension and to my now impending assailant for being so typical. As always, I had to quickly run through a hodgepodge of scenario in my head. Simply to free myself, from the mounting mess before me. So I made a perfect proposal, that humanity would thank me for later.
I asked and offered to water the CHRISTMAS tree! Even if it was laden with ornaments and lights. My expertise would get me around a deadly surge of voltage, that might course through my dainty veins. Amazing, did I just sacrifice my gifted and blessed soul and body, for electrocution. In hopes of recognition? Help and answer, came in an unexpected form. Check-in person, claimed there were no Christmas trees, just holiday plants. Really? Were they paid extra, to play dumbest? I contemplated jumping the ropes and probably landing into the folded, unwelcoming hands of the menacing and burly bouncer, a few feet away. But I re-thought that line of action. It was not worth the hassle of losing the hood on my jacket.
As I moved to make just one more suggestion, the check-in person reached into their pockets for something. I simultaneously and unconsciously, lifted my hands as if reaching to heaven. They pulled out a walkie-talkie, I stretched my tired limbs. I walked away, knowing that very soon. They would hold those same ropes, with a bow, as I waltz by with my twenty feet train....
Some things were just meant to be and you know it! Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!