relative pronouns, and other such madness

[fictional]

Let me start by saying that I have finally found the answer to who I identify with in Torchwood, and the answer is I'm not actually ever there.

This is both sad and awesome.

Awesome because (among other reasons) I was actually really worried that I was going to have to cosplay the pterodactyl.

...

No, really.

It is very strange to have a certain exterior, and feel totally different on the inside. I wish so hard that my physical body reflected the interior landscape. It does not, so I constantly feel incongruous. It's not that I have self loathing (although, well, yes.); but more, it just doesn't feel right. It doesn't line up with my brain.

Sometimes this makes me feel crazy.

In other news, tonight I had drinks & dinner with rm, and we have plotted like whoa. Yay!

Comments

[sykii.livejournal.com]

You would make the best damn pterodactyl ever, though.
I hear you on the interior/exterior mismatch.

[haplily.livejournal.com]

I'm curious: how do you look in your head/would you look if it matched up with your soul? Sorry if it's intrusive, but the idea of actually having a concrete image of how you would look if you actually "looked like" "yourself" is so intriguing!