Memoirs of a geisha

For anyone that knows me and has seen me in the past three months, you will know that I carried a purse with a picture of a geisha on it around. Today, I did not carry it. I recieved one comment "your other bag was nice, why did you switch?"

Was it because I was the geisha on that purse? For the past three months, I tried to be happy, shine out, act like everything was normal when I was really torn up inside over something that I will, probably, never forget but is actually really inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. I tried to be myself too hard, so I became someone else. (Remember my posts about lines in September? That's where it all started. I was hovering over that line for about a month, until I got kicked back in the middle of October, and then tried to find where I wanted to be on the safe side of the line.) I was Tris, acting the part of Tris.

Or was it because the bag never matched anything I wore?

That person who asked, and you, will never know anything more.