the true Reva is beany...
2001-07-26 at 4:29 p.m.
Totally anonymous.
Someone famous or smart once said that who we really are comes out in what we do when were alone.. or when no one is looking.
For me, this applies when I'm somewhoere where I can't be recognized. True, I make a freak out myself in public all the time, but when no one has a clue who I am... look out world!!
And apparently, who I am is Mr. Bean.
At least that's who I was yesterday - the setting? A mini water park in Corvallis, Oregon. How far is that exactly from Denton, Texas? Golden, CO? Anywhere?
Man, I was amazed. It smelled like my childhood - the chlorine, everything. Old people pretending to only be there for their children but you shoulda seen the old men with grey back hair cutting in line for the water slide.
And I was hopping around with my 12-year-old cousin like some spastic thing. I glanced at my reflection as I was running around and my back was hunched over so I could see the little people racing around my feet with my hands up by my waist to keep from wacking 'em in the noggin's and my impatient hopping to get ahead of everyone in line - I looked like Mr. Bean. AND I DIDN'T CARE. It felt so good.. my hair was a mess, I've gotten pimples like a pre-teen on chocolate all over my chin and my pasty white legs were blinding the whole pool.
And it felt good. In a few days I return to the life that keeps me jumping but for these few brief moments I've been able to let go and just be.
Be what? Just Reva. And who is Reva?
A very tired 21-year-old Mr. Bean.
I'd better take a picture of myself in case I every get too cocky... I could be blackmailed, seriously. But nevertheless, I care not and haven't attempted to tame my hair in weeks. I guess it's best I leave or I'd turn into a swarthy mountain woman.
that rings somehow......
SUPERCRACK IS SWARTHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!