Giddy

The highlight of my day yesterday was me last night, on the bus on my way to, well, work. Up comes this guy. Well, girl really. Transvestite is the right word. And s/he was really trying hard. I mean, you could obviously see the muscles, and the prominent Adam's apple, but the leg shaving was meticulous and she had a boyfriend already. Black, curl wig and bright red lipstick, she was doing anything she possibly could to make herself noticed. How is that? If you can't hide who you are, you might as well be the centre of all the attention.
And people on the bus, there were whispering and snickering and then there was me, my heart was thumping wildly praying, please God, let her talk to me. I'm just so instantly drawn to people who're just so blatantly different.
As if by sheer force of will ( or maybe it was just the universe being kind to the girl in front of me who had horrible hair which, I was quite worried to discover, I was seriously contemplating giving a pull), the guy next to me left and there it was. An empty seat.
And then this queen, she sits next to me, puts her phone on speaker, looks at me and starts singing along to Marylin Monroe's 'Diamonds', I shit you not. I obviously did not need any more pushing about and started flailing my hands to the beat, singing along.
God, I was temporarily in heaven. And then people were looking at me too, but I just directed my beaming smile towards them and carried on singing.
Diamonds are, after all, a girl's best friend.
I just want to befriend that person so bad... I envy people who can abnormally stand out like that. I'm obviously not going to do anything extreme like blowing half my face off to grotesquely stand out, but having people unable to help themselves looking at you like you're some social misfit ( which you are)... Utopia.
And I don't know if I'm really interested in the personality or just intrigued by the change process. Maybe both. I wonder what it feels like to have a social experiment of a friend. God, I'd be the bestest friend ever. Doting over her, teaching her make up tricks, helping her take care of her new fake boobs....
Am I sick...? I don't think I am. I'm just intrigued by the force of nature these personalities are...
O well...
A girl can only hope.
And sing ... 'A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds are a girl's best friend...'