I am a monument to vanity…

Posted by High Priestess Kang as Observations, Personal

Years ago, during sorority rush, the sisters of Kappa Theta Phi would engage in a silly, introduction exercise.  We would have to pick a word to describe ourselves that began with the same letter as your first name.  Given my horrible vanity, I was always, “Marnie = Mirror.”  Not as if I chose such a thing to be related to.  It simply happened that way.

Lately, I have found myself consumed with all things vapid and exceedingly unintellectual.  My internets time has been spent researching flat irons, cosmetic brushes, Spanx and cruelty free makeup.  When exhausted with the research, I spend my time trolling websites for new ideas for the wardrobe (I’m really growing tired of being a sweater and skirt girl…even if I manage to create a bit of an edge with some serious knee-high boots).  Failing all of that, I end up reading trash like TMZ or the Daily Mail.

The High Priestess is regressing.

This is annoying.

I was sincerely wishing that this phase would pass.  I spent most of the spring and summer months preoccupied with clothes and nail colour.  Manis and pedis.  As we enter into fall, I’m coming to the realization that my shallowness is not going anywhere soon.

Last night, in a feeble attempt to regenerate some brain cells, I attempted to read one of my writers’ workshop books.  The end result was my rolling my eyes at every suggestion, throwing the book across the room, smoking a cigarette and fiddling with my cuticles.

Not even the plight of those in Myanmar can save me now.

If only one could replace the spark plugs in the brain.  I wasn’t meant to be overly vain.  I wasn’t designed to focus only on the superficial.  Yet, here I am.  Overly consumed by my own ego and slightly frustrated by the fact that I haven’t managed a remotely intellectual thought in months.

Furthermore, I have come to the conclusion that everyone I work with thinks that I’m fluffy and giggly.  This was endearing and cute when I was younger.  As I am firmly in my mid-thirties, I think I should be evolving a bit. 

*raises eyebrow*

At this point in time, I suppose all I can do is ride this recent wave/trend of preoccupation and throw myself into more chick lit.  Not even Kurt Vonnegut can save me now.