“My bubble is my fortress, my ramparts, and there’s a selection at the entrance (laughs)! It’s a place where I feel safe, where others don’t have access unless I allow them to. I ask myself: will I feel safe where I am ? If I don’t feel safe, I’ll put walls up right away, and I’ll be careful. To avoid being hurt, to stop others from trying to change me, from tying to put me in a box. My bubble is what allows me to make sure nothing from outside will intervene.
But it’s also my world, the music I love, the vibe I like, my movies, my craziness. People who are scared to go outside, they have their world at home. For me it’s the same except that I walk around everywhere with it! At home, at the office or with friends I can really behave like a child ; I laugh a lot, I speak loudly. I have a colleague who calls me the goat because I jump around everywhere and I dance all the time! I have plenty of stuffed animals on my desk : a small unicorn, the guardian unicorn, a poonicorn, it’s poop with a unicorn, and two minions. And once I even came to the office dressed up like a unicorn. I’m the child in the office! I work on my projects, I do my own thing, it doesn’t bother me.
This morning I was thinking to myself : “Damn! I’ll be 40 in about 10 years! It’s time for me to grow up”. But my childish side… this I’d like never to change it. Adults are too uptight. They worry too much, about whether they have the right insurance, or whether that’s the correct way to dress to go to work. They give too much importance to appearances, too much importance to what others will say, or wondering whether it will fit in a box. I hate this! I can’t fit in a box! When I was younger I used to be either a tomboy completely, or the total opposite ; mini skirt, small top, flip-flops and let’s go (laughs)! And I’m still capable of doing this today. I switch easily. I don’t fit in a box!”
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