Ugh i do like my home but i reeeeally want to go to a place with a higher density of people who are cool with being ugly so i too can be a little uggers in peace.
i’m a bit cowardly if i’m honest… i want to be able to be comfortably ugly but i also want to fit in, so i often find myself in a limbic space between desire for prettiness and self-aware shame at not being brave or woke enough to shake these compulsions, not really belonging to either the cool liberated self actualised feminists or the teenage girl masses. i know i have to take the leap of faith into chopped valley but i just don’t wanna do it ONMYOWWWWN like someone come withmeeee pls. everyone i encounter where i live doesnt want to be ugly. idontknowwhyyyy. it’s the countryside. who’s going to slander you for being unattractive, the humble hedgerow pheasant? but i guess i’m in no position to judge because i too have the Hottest Person in the Village Co-op syndrome it’s just i’m vaguely self aware of it soooo ummm thatttt makes me morally superior actually, it’s actually true don’t check it but it is.
i just want to make some friends who don’t even think about being beautiful so i can feel welcome without having to paint my face with ridiculous little sponges every day. (sorry to my current friends. i do like you guys. but also we never interact with each other bald faced and that is an issue.)
OR i could act as a person with moral fibre would and just do whatever i want on my own without worrying about assimilating into my surroundings …
but no um that couldn’t possibly work out! 😝
