Boeuf Tornadoes

I have been playing around with this little thought experiment for quite sometime now.

How would it be like to fall in love physically with yourself?

 It’s a good thing in many ways isn’t it?

You would care less about what others think about you, and you would be more able to bounce back fast when shit happens because you can let go and not blame yourself too much. Also, it would be nice to wake up every morning and face the world with the expectation and confidence that you can handle anything that comes. Of course, these are your typical positive thinking that everyone should have for optimum self-actualization.

I admit that I ain’t exactly a traffic-stopping babe (for lack of a better term), but I’ve had days where I actually came close to liking myself ’that way’ physically. I kinda believe it’s a good development because when I was 15 or 16, I used to think I was unattractive. But it’s weird too, because surreal thoughts come to mind when I check myself out in the mirror or when I browse through photos where I think I look good in. I have absolutely no idea as to how this phenomenon comes about, but it tends to occur when I’m dressed in certain clothes or when my hair is done in a particular way. It does indeed border on pseudolesbianism when I once considered how my reaction might be if I happened to meet a clone of myself while in that ’self-lovey’ mood. What would I do to her? I wonder.

This post might freak some people out. I’m aware of that. Heh.  But I have a strong feeling that there are many people who have felt this way too. =)