good friday

people are always surprised that apparently contradictory parts of a life can simply live next door to each other. #

Good Friday. Church, family, quieter day, then I still went out later but not until ridiculous o’clock. I sometimes wonder what people who only know me through one category imagine the rest of me looks like. If somebody meets me in a club, do they imagine I never go to church? If somebody sees me at church, do they imagine I don’t spend Saturday night in front of speakers? If somebody sees the blonde hair and blue clothes, Britney CDs, gloss, do they imagine I don’t know hardcore? Everyone wants clues to add up neatly. Mine don’t. I think that’s normal. Maybe people are simply more contradictory than the little descriptions we give each other.

Remember me, Eclipse.