I’ve lost it.
I’ve lost my swag.
It’s a little known fact, except among urban dictionary stalkers, that there are indeed two dimensions of swag.
External- appearance, clothing, style, speech, walk
the presentation of one’s swag
Internal- creativity, imagination, confidence, intellect, etc.
the nucleus of one’s swag,
You must have internal swag in order for your external swag to shine.
Let’s face it. I’ve got negative swag. Maybe not negative, but the transition from internal swag into the external is garbled. With the transition garbled, my communication and style becomes an inaccurate representation of my swag nucleus.
Simply speaking, I don’t easily convey who I am. My swag is jammed.
this would be the appropriate time for my explanation on why I peaked in 6th grade, but I’ll refrain until my tumblr has adequately aged
This isn’t a “woe is me, I’ve lost my swag” blog; it’s a “where did my swag go and how do I let it thrive?” blog.
I suppose this was the motivation for entering this relationship with tumblr.
which may I say has been immensely enjoyable thus far with their myriad of themes and the enticing suggestions to “try quoting something interesting you’ve read” or “try writing about what you did today”- I think the word “try” surprised me by how unsuspecting and powerful of an antagonist it is.
An attempt. A trial. A proactive campaign to reclaim my swag.
I think I’ll begin by reading some George Eliot.
Eliot got swag.