It's interesting how something always comes up that falls into the category of "situationally appropriate" when I'm reading or listening to music.
My iPod usually lives on shuffle mode these days, and for whatever reason, when it is playing, whatever song happens to be playing at the time accurately describes shenanigans that are currently happening. Same thing with books. Usually, whatever I'm reading has something to say about something that is on my mind.
I've been thinking quite a bit this last week or so about how I feel like there is a huge part of myself that I need to keep hidden from the people that I live/spend time with, and the following bit from the book I was reading this week comes up:
"That attitude, that we had to wear a mask, even toward our family, it was one I could never understand. A lot of people, men and women, thought like that, and I didn’t get it. And now I was afraid Donut had inherited that same attitude directly from Bea and her mom."
I realize that tends to be a topic that is pretty heavily discussed in books, to some degree, but that just hit me on Friday. A day I was doing a lot of hiding from reality and just trying to be me for a while.