My skin care regime and makeup application this morning took around an hour. Hair shampoo, condition, and style easily added another thirty minutes.
Outfit selection was fairly easy as I was going to be riding a motorcycle, although there was plenty of choice when it came to which boots to wear. I selected a nice top that I bought in December from the Indian Motorcycle ladies range and eventually started to feel ok….
I added a delicate dusting of a very nice perfume, that I treated myself to with the proceeds of an award from work. I started to feel like I was approaching Ready !
So having invested a good couple of hours into getting out of the door, it shouldn’t be too difficult to imagine just how hard it hit me, when I was greeted with a cheery “Hello Tim !” during a chance encounter with an old friend.
That the ground did not spontaneously consume me, was in no way due to my lack of effort in summoning up the forces of Gaia to quickly and painlessly extract me from one of the most excruciatingly awkward moments of my life.
To be instantly and comprehensively robbed of an identity I worked so hard to project, and then to be returned from whence I came, was incredibly disturbing, but of course…… Then it became much worse….
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