Fantômas

Watching Fantômas as a kid was fun, a whole man with different disguises. He wears faces for revenge and thus, escapes the consequences. Shout out to Louis de Funès fans.

So lately, I've been fun I guess! Fun like Fantômas. Pulling off disguises. I think I put them on so nicely. When I come to think about it, it's kind of interesting!

I personally track it down to the fact that I know I'm forever kaleidoscopic.

So kaleidoscopic in which way?

I want you to picture these moments:

These moments in a restaurant having fun, visiting friends, getting a good job, people getting married, new nephews and nieces, etc. Literally good times. Right?

Then there's:

That time I feel void because I miss home so much, like put me on the next plane to Rwanda.

Or that time I'm falling behind on classes that I stopped working and now I'm broke.

Or that time a date flops, lol!

Or *insert your own moments*.

I don't know what life brings next. It feels like I'm a gambler. Are we gamblers?

See, I'm not venting. It's just so interesting that no-one can define me, not even myself. I just have hints too depending on the episode of which keeping up with Laurette's series is playing. What's the saying again? I'm just faking it until I make it. But I just don't like when the disguises now want to overpower, that's when I have to put them back in their place( that is a story for another time).

A disguise to me is like another way of living through the moment.

It's a superpower.

Moral of the story: A trip to Rwanda can cure this backache.

With love,

Laurette