01 July 2012
Sometimes I wish I was made of Lego's. Not to be boxy or yellow, or even made of bricks, but to be regenerative. The ability to try on a new pair of legs or replace the color of my irises would be quite invaluable. There would be no need to wear a mask when I could pop off my head and slip on a new one with the twitch of a thumb. In fact, if I were made of Lego's, I would purposely change my configuration of bricks on a daily basis. I would wear black skin and green eyes on Monday, red hair and pale skin on Tuesday, giant arms and a bald head on Wednesday, be seven-foot-four with an eight-foot beard on Thursday, be a dwarf with big ears on Friday, have flowing blonde hair and a runner's build on Saturday, and maybe even a woman on Sunday. It would be mighty nice to have those options. Although I am satisfied with how I look, having the ability to change it would allow me to show who I am. With a such dynamic physicality, my appearance would be unreliable, forcing my personality to become more stable to balance it out. I would become the same person every day, even though my bricks are always changing. I would not have put on a disguise to hide who I am, for my character would be expressed like a sharp aura, cutting through my ever-changing physical appearance. I would be identified not by the color of my eyes but by the color of my personality. If only I were a Lego man...
Posted by Anonymous @ 19:45