My friend Beverly told me one day while looking through my pictures, and in reference to this one,
14. Age 56
I said, jokingly, that’s my biker look. She laughed. She laughed! She said, “you are too refined looking to look like a biker chick.”
What do we really know about a person? Do we judge a book by it’s cover (please see my post Never ever judge a book by it’s cover ) It is peculiar to me to hear that word – refined in reference to me.
If truth be known I am more like a biker chick than I am refined. A couple of x’s used to say, “I had a mouth on me like a sailor”. Well, I think that may have been true once but I got over that. But a lady, I don’t know about that one.
Do I know how to behave like a lady, yes. In fact i would know what to say and how to curtsy if I met the queen. But that doesn’t make me a lady.
So if not a biker chick and not a lady, what am I?
Maybe just a chick, maybe a good pretender, a truth seeker, a loner, a lover of quiet and solitude, an advocate, a writer, a lover of animals, a lover. Maybe all those things and more.
Like everybody, I am multidimensional and layered. One develops a certain chameleon like attitude when you come from the ‘school of hard knocks’ like I have starting at a very early age. When you live in survival mode for long periods of time you mold yourself in any which way that keeps you alive.
I will leave the labeling to someone else, because they will anyway. But is it in your best interest to “think you know someone when you don’t”.
where are the leathers???