Photos by Sebastian Marin
Fringed Kimono- GirlOnAVine, Dress- Rave, Cross Necklace, Jewelry- [Forever21, vintage, thrifted, velvet lounge, and CleanWired], Headdress- Urban Outfitters, Boots- Asos
I've decided that my natural instinct is to run away as means of survival. I'm a flighter, not a fighter. Call me a yellow bellied coward, but it's all about survival of the fittest! For example, when the cops came to break up a party I had junior year of high school, I sprinted off into the woods ahead of a huge mass of people from my own house, hurdling through shrubs and over logs in the woods in the snow while wearing a sheer sequined tank top and high heeled boots. A fighter might have stayed and gotten a citation, but I didn't! (Ok, so maybe 20 people got stuck at my house and I eventually had to walk-of-shame my way back home so they wouldn't get arrested, but if everyone had run as fast, we would have all been fine!) I endured teasing backlash for years.
So today, during the most intense earthquake to hit the DC metro area in 100 years, I did what flighters do best. I realized the floor was not shaking due to the metro, threw my laptop and papers in the air, took off my 4-inch pumps and made a beeline for the door (pushing one of our patients out with me along the way. I'm sure he'll thank me later). One fellow employee said I looked as if I had a parachute in my bag and was ready to jump out of our 12th story window. It was only after I reached the ground floor that I wondered if I should have waited for my cousin (who also works with me). Oh well-- not going to argue with Darwin! (she was fine by the way).
P.S. Apparently running down the stairs of a tall building is NOT what you're supposed to do in an earthquake, so maybe my flight philosophy fails :(