the happiest place

Vintage Disneyland sweater; Arrow shirt; Mango skirt

The main reason I don't use social media (except the occasional post on instagram) is because I have a lot of trouble justifying my daily rituals.  Take this morning, for example: I had a check-up at the dentist to make sure everything was okay after my wisdom tooth surgery.  I have a new dentist, and I can't really read his facial expressions behind the mask and glasses.  I assume he likes me, since he ended our session with a friendly pat on the gums (the dentist's equivalent to a shoulder rub or a high five).  It made me feel...kind of good?

I spent the next three hours looking for a pith helmet.  I don't know why I'm telling you this, because I didn't find one.  The only thing sadder than looking for an early 19th century piece of African hunting garb in a thoroughly modern city is looking and not finding one.

The next two hours were spent playing with my toy dinosaurs in a friend's pool while a three-year-old girl watched with pity and disdain.  Her mother pretended we didn't exist.  

Now I'm lying in bed typing this, half-heartedly watching Hook and eating a chocolate bar.  My stuffed bear is passed out next to me, and my room is a mess because I'm trying to pack for Korea, but can't seem to get my act together.  

See, if I was active on social media and you saw pictures of all of this, you might think my life was really sad and strange, but I've gotten it down to a science and I don't feel like I need to gloss it over or give it a shiny new filter.  Take that, instagram breakfasts!