NAOMI JOHNSON
3 days after
Monday, June 15, 2015, 6:25am
I can't believe I spent so much time watching music videos last night. I don't even like Justin Bieber, and The Weeknd's Dr. Seuss hair really weirds me out. It all started with that rant about Goldfinching and how it's like the new Mansplaining. If there wasn't that hilarious gif at the end, I never would've ended up on that site, and I never would've remembered Hotline Bling. It's all Drake's fault. He sucked me into the wormhole.
Who am I kidding? I can't blame Drake. He's just the kind of guy who would apologize on behalf of the internet for tricking you into watching his music video, and then make it so adorable that you feel like a better person from having watched it. I love Drake. He's such a good guy. The next boy I date, if I ever decide to try and have real a life again, is definitely going to be Canadian.
Wait a minute, isn't Bieber Canadian too? What's with—
My alarm goes off for the third time and I'm seriously tempted to snooze for another nine minutes.
The-new-boss-is-in-today!
My eyes fly open.
Now I remember why I set my alarm to go off forty minutes early. I didn't want to be late for Monday morning meeting!
I scramble to my feet and jump into the shower, barely managing to avoid kicking an indignantly meowing Paulie, who I swear is going to kill himself trying to trip me one day.
As I'm building lather in my hair and all over my body, I think about what I'm going to wear.
Think, Naomi. What's something she'd do?
An image pops into my mind. Black pumps. Pencil skirt; light grey. No stockings (I always wear stockings because, unlike on her, you can tell when I don't). Black lace capped sleeve blouse. Thin belt. Hair... down (again, not an option for me). Silver necklace; my new Mejuri original. Studs; nice ones. Professional, feminine, confident. Unapologetic. I can do that. Or so I tell myself, every morning, as I layer myself in armor for the day.
You will do one thing better today than you did yesterday.
"You will be kind to yourself.
"You will be patient with yourself.
"You will take up the space you need to be heard."
By the time I finish reciting my daily mantra for the third time, I'm sweating and my makeup is threatening to drip off my chin. I need to get out of my boiling hot apartment. I feed the cat (we say goodbye for now), swig down my stabilizers and Paxil with a gulp of water, grab a banana, avoid the hallway mirror, and rush to catch the sixty-six.
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