Sometimes I think of myself as a discordian relativist natural pantheist, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I’m an old girl in a malfunctioning shell, sometimes I’m an ill-educated philosopher, sometimes I’m a scholar in early modern history. Sometimes I’m a graphic designer, sometimes I’m a writer, sometimes I’m a company administrator, sometimes I’m a curious animal, sometimes I’m a misanthropist, sometimes I’m a good friend. One thing is sure: I’m not the same thing all the time and all I do I do mediocrely.
Noteworthy remarks people who love me made about me:
“If we were in a book, you’d be the villain”
“You’re hostile, but not menacing”
“You’re like a well made drywall”
“You’re as pretty as pizza”
(the last three came out of my husband’s mouth)
“Outside you look like a doll, with your perfect skin, but inside you’re an evil demon”
“You’re sweet”
“You talk a lot, Alessia.”