Amongst Ourselves, and hide and seek
Today in my dresser drawer, I found a book.Actually, I re-found it.
Its called "Amongst Ourselves." Its a self-help book for people living with d.i.d.. Its very good. Somehow I acquired it a few years ago (I don't remember ordering it, but it did appear in my mailbox one day.)
I found it last week, hidden in my closet, where its been for about a year. Thats the last time I personally (Pilgrim) saw it. Someone else probably put it there for safe-keeping, and just didn't happen to let me know.
I had been wondering where it was and searching for it (in obvious places like bookshelves, what was I thinking?)
(Apparently the same person who puts the scissors in the refridgerator and the cookies under my pillow, put the book in the closet.)
My life and my house is a constant game of hide and seek. I never know when things are going to get hidden by someone else or when I'm going to come across things. This sounds so stereotypical, but
I really do find clothes in my closet that aren't mine. I find things I would never buy. A few months ago I was horrified to find a picture of myself in a business suit with a short skirt and heels. I'm guessing it was taken about 3 years ago. In the picture, my face is smiling proudly over how great I look in my suit. The thing is: I would not be caught dead in something like that!! I would never even try on something like that, let alone OWN it. I can't walk in heels, and certainly wouldn't wear them. This is more than a "what was I thinking that day!?" thing. This is a "who the hell WAS THAT!?"
I also have fun things like finding my keys in weird places (its fun to watch them drop in the bathtub if you're 5, apparently), and don't even ask how I found out that you REALLY SHOULDN'T put foil in the microwave ;)
, and you just never know where my shoes are going to show up. My books are forever disappearing and reappearing, without rhyme or reason. I know a lot of things get hidden "away from the bad people." I hide things too. To keep our secrets...the things that just must not be found out by those mysterious "others" who hurt us when we were little.. Not only does a lot of my stuff get hidden, but many things that are written down get torn up, or torched in the fireplace. God forbid secrets get out.
i am trying to get my book in a hurry. you just never know when things are going to disappear again around here.
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