I spent this weekend going through old crap and memories, until I found a book that I had not seen in years, it was an etiquette guide book, that was given to me when I went to a modeling school here in the city.
Now that I think about it, it was more of a finishing school.
The booked talked about etiquette over the phone, dinner parties, and other social interactions.
Thus, part of me began to wonder when did I stray from the path of becoming a proper young woman?
Somewhere in the last 15 years or so; I stopped playing piano and abandoned any aspirations of continuing a professional path with it, I started biting my nails and skin to the point of Dermatillomania, and this guy has a better posture than me:
The idea of course, of being a proper young lady, is that you are more…
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