December 30, 2008
I recently realized that I have successfully developed a completely fictional walk. In junior high, I remember seeing an older kid in the hallway, and noticing how cool he looked when he walked. And then, after watching myself walk by a mirror, I realized how dorky I looked using my natural gait. The main difference was speed. His casual pace produced an aura of cool. I wanted it. And I consciously remember controlling my walk to match this person's. I don't remember when I stopped having to think about it, and now it has become natural. But, it wasn't mine to begin with. How much of my personality, demeanor and aesthetics have I stolen from others who I've admired?