Maybe the reason it seems that almost everybody wants some one else’s hair, or wardrobe, or singing voice, or body, etc. is because we’re bored.
I wonder what would happen if we could forget about what we look like, about what clothes we have in our closets, forget how our voices sound. What if we woke up tomorrow, seeing ourselves and what we have in new eyes? Instead of getting up and looking in the mirror and thinking, well, I look the same as I always do, what if we could rediscover how we look?
I don’t think I mean anything like a spritual, existential, find-myself-journey. I mean literally. I want to forget about myself and see it fresh. Would we be bored with ourselves, or expecting that we’ll look the same way every day, or take ourselves for granted?
I do not want to forget my life. Not my life, my friends, my past. Just myself. I wonder what would happen if we just forgot all the things we’re not happy with and all the things we notice because we’ve lived with ourselves for all our lives. Erase all that from our memories.
Maybe we wouldn’t even notice a lot of them the second time around.