Comshaw
VAGITARIAN
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- Nov 9, 2000
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Through your writing, I hear your voices in my head and I often wonder, if I met you in real life, what would be my first impression? Would your physical being match that voice I've constructed in my head? And if the imagined you didn't match the real vision of you, would I have difficulty reconciling the two?
I'm going to try to give you a visual description of me the best I can. I don't expect ya'll to do it in turn. This is just an exercise for me because I'm curious how people construct visions of others without any visual clues. Sooooo, sit back and juxtapose the picture I draw for you with the one of that person you have constructed you thought was me.
Visualize an older guy, hair turning white with a small amount of fading brown still mixed in, sometimes shaggy and sometimes neatly cut. I'm always bald-faced (growing a beard runs me nuts so I have never been able to) 5' 10" in height and 280 lbs. (yes the quintessential fat old man). Most times you will see me in blue jeans and a long-sleeved work shirt (a dark blue jeans color today) with the sleeves rolled up.
Sometimes in cooler weather, it will be in a brown Carhartt jacket when I'm working at the barn, or a brown leather motorcycle jacket, scraped and faded from years of use, when I'm on my bike. No, not a Hardly Dangerous. I ride a Triumph Trophy sport tourer.
My hands are those of a working man, big knuckles, the fingers of one of them crooked from being broken. The skin of my forearms is ruddy and brown with a spider web of small scars on both from the work I've done all my life.
Does it match the one you have in your head? Or are you now going WTF??? How did Billy Bob get out of the hills???
Comshaw
I'm going to try to give you a visual description of me the best I can. I don't expect ya'll to do it in turn. This is just an exercise for me because I'm curious how people construct visions of others without any visual clues. Sooooo, sit back and juxtapose the picture I draw for you with the one of that person you have constructed you thought was me.
Visualize an older guy, hair turning white with a small amount of fading brown still mixed in, sometimes shaggy and sometimes neatly cut. I'm always bald-faced (growing a beard runs me nuts so I have never been able to) 5' 10" in height and 280 lbs. (yes the quintessential fat old man). Most times you will see me in blue jeans and a long-sleeved work shirt (a dark blue jeans color today) with the sleeves rolled up.
Sometimes in cooler weather, it will be in a brown Carhartt jacket when I'm working at the barn, or a brown leather motorcycle jacket, scraped and faded from years of use, when I'm on my bike. No, not a Hardly Dangerous. I ride a Triumph Trophy sport tourer.
My hands are those of a working man, big knuckles, the fingers of one of them crooked from being broken. The skin of my forearms is ruddy and brown with a spider web of small scars on both from the work I've done all my life.
Does it match the one you have in your head? Or are you now going WTF??? How did Billy Bob get out of the hills???

Comshaw