I am currently reading Jonathan Franzen's "The Discomfort Zone - A personal history", which is not only funny and enjoyable, but also reminds me way too much of myself as a teenager. Not that I personally tried too much to fit in, but I might have done the opposite, which eventually earned me a lot of respect in weird ways from others. Being voted the "best dressed person" in my yearbook, I couldn't help myself but be alarmed. Why did people always "disapprove" of my looks, extremely flared corduroys in red and purple, pink tops, glitter... I don't know. I was not only a walking example of a Rachel Stamp/Suede/Manics fan, I also couldn't care less about the others. The idea of jeans and GAP sweaters didn't appeal to me _one_little_bit_
I am also running through a personal discomfort zone, as well as professional one. As someone who is open to change and challenge in the workplace, I dislike it a lot on a personal level. But it is certainly for the better and while I shall leave this uncommented further, I'm sure I will speak about it more in the future.
As for now, a little funny add-on to this post! Rachel Stamp? Manics? Told you!
Thank goodness for hair straighteners! And better glasses. This one is obviously from my Travelcard London. Taken in my dark-blue room, dressed ready to head to Cologne for some dancing! Good times.
