Maybe it’s time to start baring my soul to strangers…
Not really “baring,” maybe more like wearing one of those peek-a-boo thingies that leave some of the naughty bits covered and some peeking out. What you’re in for, then, is not so much a “soul baring” as a “soul peek-a-boo.”
Or maybe it’s time for me to just start being stranger or at least behaving a bit more strangerously. I’m going to start telling people that I’m a make-up artist, because I make things up: words like “strangerously,” for instance.
Made up words like that are fun, you kind of know what they might mean, but then again you might not. That’s just about the way I’m feeling about life about now: kind of knowing what it means, but maybe not. You know the feeling: like being in a leaky lifeboat, adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
What a way to start a new year!? Certainly a kick in the creative pants of this make-up artist, making it up as he goes along, semi-baring his peek-a-boo soul to strangers and embarking upon his year of living strangerously.
Makeup artist overdoing the makeup.
“I don’t like doing things nearly as much as I like over-doing them.”
– Ned “imagiNed” Buratovich.