discoveries

today is a day of discoveries and introspection.

discovery number one: my heart is made of india rubber.

inevitable perhaps, me being the granddaughter of a smallish rubber plantation owner. break-resistant and flexible, it insists on bouncing back. i have no future as a wilting violet, alas.

discovery number two: there is distress and i am (so far) a damsel, but i'm not in it.

no wonder i'd been scaring off all the knights in shining armor waiting for me to fall into distress. it is more entertaining causing the distress than being in it. i cannot ride horseback and i think horses stink, anyway. perhaps the knights stink as well.

discovery number three: i am not built to be a saint.

ahhh.. the bliss of being able to tell idiots that they are idiots. nothing compares. ultimate bliss. all the strain of trying to keep a stiff upper lip and behaving in a suitably dignified, ladylike fashion that is expected of a spinster lady in her mid-twenties was too much.

discovery number four: being a bitch comes naturally to me.

my dear well-meaning teachers at the convent would be shocked. despite being a 'fair, convent educated, homely girl from a good family' i excel at pithy one-liners and crushing sarcasm. sometimes i think i could very well be the reincarnation of that mightiest of super-bitches - the great Groucho Marx.

the weight of all these ponderous revelations has given me something to chew on. i think i'll now go and bite someone or something.