So I haven’t done this in a few days due to the fact that well, I have had my best friend here and it’s been ages.
Taryn came down from Sydney on Wednesday. And it’s been pretty sweet. I mean, sure, there’s been hiccups but we’re bound to fight about some things. She’s met a fair few of my friends, drank a fair lot of tea, listened to a fair lot of city and colour, and heard the dog bark a fair few times.
She’s out at Lockies house tonight. And I’m just unwinding. As nice as it is to have company, it’s nice to have a few minutes to myself. I like being alone sometimes.
Chilled in the city today, with her friend, sat and watched a busker and it really made me think. It was fucking excellent. It was this guy with poofy pants and a finnish accent (me and Taryn both agree that they are the sexiest men in the world, ever) and he beat boxed. And he was amazing. He did things that were so shocking, so we sat down, and listened, just…listened. Smiling and haw open the whole time giggling. He was so amazing. And then we sorta got up, gave him every ounce of our spare change and left.
Then….We came back. We got a few steps down the road and completely agreed we had to go back, we had to listen some more. So we went back. Listened. And smiled. Harder than I have in a while. We then clapped for him, and left.
But that wasn’t it. We just couldn’t leave. We went and bought this little heart made out of the same stuff they make woven baskets out of, and gave him that, and all the spare change in the world, after sitting there for another 20 minutes.
He said the most amazing thing. He said “The one thing we can’t lose in our lives, is our mouth, so why not beatbox? It just makes no sense”
We’ve pretty much decided that we’re busking now. We’re getting a recreational busking permit. Me and taryn both love singing, and I just want the feeling of performing to an audience who aren’t captive, who don’t have to sit and nod and say it’s great, who can just walk on by if it’s not what they’re looking for, and it’s something I can share. I’m big on creating memories and it’s something I don’t want to die not giving a shot.
I swear if I make enough to get a 30 cent, or whatever cents they are now cone, I will most definitely be smiling.
Taryn bought these ridiculous horny mint things today. Like, passion mints or something. Most ridiculous thing ever. They were just feeeerrrral tasting mints. We took two each and were totally turned off by the taste. It was all for laughs though. We read the ingredients, they were like, green tea, menthol, sugar, gum, all the usual mint ingredients.
Still, not really upset in any way they didn’t work.
I’m sorta over people tonight though. It’s like some people never grew up at the right rate, or never got the memo about how to respond to certain situations. And I guess I get a little bit too frustrated with people who aren’t up to the maturity level when it comes to dealing with problems, but I guess that’s just the way the world works.
I couldn’t just sit here and smile and nod when people say things that I most definately think are just that little bit more ridiculous than anything in the world.
Like when someone over reacts, without hearing the full story. Or making a problem they caused into a problem that caused them pain. It’s ridiculous and I'm fair over it.
I can sit here and be as positive as I want but I just don’t like the way some people deal with things, and here’s my little rant spot. Not like anyone else seems to be listening fair closely lately.
It’s been a good while since I’ve actually let anyone tell me “I love you” and mean it. And I don’t know how positive I feel about that. I love love love love love the fact that I can live without having to hear it, and I’m happy without it. But I guess there’s times when I would just kill to have someone cuddle me and whisper that in my ear. But I guess it’s been a fair while since I believed everything that was whispered in my ear.
I guess I’ve written enough. This is a blog not a novel after all.
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