Sometimes I feel like there's two opposite individuals living inside me. They live together in harmony most of the time, like a marriage of personalities that vowed to coexist. Other times one of them just aches to get out.
They call it the dayside and the nightside personas.
I've never been able to stay in one place for more than a couple of years without going crazy. The wanderlust is unbearable. I have a terrible bad habit of leaving a place and breaking all ties with it, never looking back and sometimes hurting those who stay. My nightside needs this, however. It needs the thrill of starting over where no one knows you, where mysteries still lie ahead and people are still enigmas to be solved. Where nights are endless and days have none of the responsibilities of the established. I can dress in black and go to dive bars because no one knows who I am. Strange bars, burlesque, absinthe and clove cigarrettes might be cliche, but oh so deliciously cliche. New girls to take home, each with new tattoos to kiss and new lips to worship I need this again and again like I need air.
I am right now, however, in a permanent dayside. I'm in a five year comitment of medical school and a place with mundane clubs, upscale joints and prestigious universities which blend together to create a persona I'm almost quite proud of. It isn't even a fake persona, it really is me. It is however incomplete. I fear neglecting my nightside is making it bubble on the inside, it's stirring heavily. I need to feed it or it might blow up, but I can't in this place, everything is just so propper.
I'm sure many people on this website know what I mean. The mundane and the alternative, trying to coexist. After all, isn't Suicide Girls a kind of tribute to this embrace of the individualist inside us all?
They call it the dayside and the nightside personas.
I've never been able to stay in one place for more than a couple of years without going crazy. The wanderlust is unbearable. I have a terrible bad habit of leaving a place and breaking all ties with it, never looking back and sometimes hurting those who stay. My nightside needs this, however. It needs the thrill of starting over where no one knows you, where mysteries still lie ahead and people are still enigmas to be solved. Where nights are endless and days have none of the responsibilities of the established. I can dress in black and go to dive bars because no one knows who I am. Strange bars, burlesque, absinthe and clove cigarrettes might be cliche, but oh so deliciously cliche. New girls to take home, each with new tattoos to kiss and new lips to worship I need this again and again like I need air.
I am right now, however, in a permanent dayside. I'm in a five year comitment of medical school and a place with mundane clubs, upscale joints and prestigious universities which blend together to create a persona I'm almost quite proud of. It isn't even a fake persona, it really is me. It is however incomplete. I fear neglecting my nightside is making it bubble on the inside, it's stirring heavily. I need to feed it or it might blow up, but I can't in this place, everything is just so propper.
I'm sure many people on this website know what I mean. The mundane and the alternative, trying to coexist. After all, isn't Suicide Girls a kind of tribute to this embrace of the individualist inside us all?