Wednesday - Duck!

[ninanevermore]

Today on the drive into work I was thinking that sometimes I am surprised when I look in the mirror and see the face of a woman and not a rubber ducky.

I like the duck's face better. It is more a reflection of me than my real face. My real face is forgettable, invisible, average. It doesn't match what's going on in my head at all.

The duck is bright yellow; everyone notices something that bright. It matches my mind -- bright and strange and more than a little frivolous and silly.

I once saw a grave marker that had no name on it, just a date and an engraved picture of a flamingo. I am going to make it known that when I die, I want a picture of a rubber ducky engraved on my headstone. If there's no money left over to put my name on it after that, it doesn't matter. No one will remember my name anyway.

But I want them to remember my duck.

Comments

[highlandwolf.livejournal.com]

I know your friends will remember you, and am willing to bet your local fans will to. I've never seen your face, but I think that some people are well remembered without a standard external beauty to call their own.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

My face isn't ugly, it's just not me, which is a very surreal way to feel about your own face.