Mahalo.
I suppose I just wanted to share an experience that took place today in Chadstone of all places.
With the unexpected and astonishing arrival of hail in Melbourne - yes, HAIL!! and bloody lots of it - I decided to look into a beanie, not assuming it would protect me from solid cherry sized chunks of freezing ice (as ice generally is) hurtling towards Earth at a billion kilometres and hour, but simply from a cool breeze. Spotting a lovely creamy knitted hat, thing, I grabbed it and set out in search for a mirror, very rare in shopping centers nowadays yu'll find.
I finally found one and surrounding it where three people. One, a shop attendant, and the other two were a couple in their twenties, the girl with a lisp and a hat in hand, the boy patiently sitting in the chair, assuming the male shopping role, both clearly simple. The girl was lovely, inquiring about the suitability of the hat in winter, the boy offering his support and opinion - of course endorsing her overall thoughts on the product.
So I excused myself and squeezed in between the scene to examine my mismatched reflection. The hat looked as expected, so I weaselled my way out again, apologizing when I heard the boy say something in my direction. I whip around (slowly because my neck has been ridiculously sore recently - so when I say whip, I mean turn around without bending my head, so like a robot, from the waist up...).
"Sorry?"
And then the most genuine and innocent sentence I've ever heard.
"That hat looks very nice on you, it suits you." Said without any hint of sarcasm, no fringe of innuendo or narcissism. Simply pure truth.
It made me beam. And think of course. If only everything could be said with such sincerity. Most likely it's a scenario where you had to be there to understand. But it, and the weather, made my day.
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
07 March 2010
04 March 2010
+ depression prevails.
Look, I gave happy a go.
And as much as I liked it, I didn't love it.
When it comes down to optimistic vs pessimistic, guess who's going to win.
Bingo. Not the happy rainbow unicorn fairy sparkle pink fluffy nice one.
I'll leave that to your imagination and fiction.
This is how I see my reality. Nice and half empty.
The truth is illusory. Make it your own. XD
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
And as much as I liked it, I didn't love it.
When it comes down to optimistic vs pessimistic, guess who's going to win.
Bingo. Not the happy rainbow unicorn fairy sparkle pink fluffy nice one.
I'll leave that to your imagination and fiction.
This is how I see my reality. Nice and half empty.
The truth is illusory. Make it your own. XD
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
+ new people.
Mahalo.
I was walking home from school with one of my best mates and she commented on how depressing my blog was, so I suppose this is to make her happy and because I was pondering about it the other day.
Just prepare yourselves, because this blog is going to be happy (not amusing or witty), I know right, shocking stuff. Once in a while, between all my frustrated and cynical thoughts I have a pleasant one. And this is dedicated to the romanticism behind meeting new people.
To your average garden variety person they may deem this frightening, out of their comfort zone, boring, dull, mundane, any of the previous words, but unlike in English and Art when you can never be wrong, you are.
Okay so take my situation last saturday. I was sitting in a 0kelvin room - freezing to death - with fifty other girls and four boys (I counted) and instead of listening to the keypoints of writing an A+ passage analysis in the exam I was thinking about how many people I didn't know.
I just find it amazing to believe that it only takes one form of communication to bridge the void between two lives. A simple "Hi" will do the trick and from that moment on, you've met someone you may never see again. Another stupid invention of mine is to make a person counter, because I think it'd be intriguing to see the amount of people we meet in a lifetime. Like another segment at a funeral is the 'person count'. A doctor might meet more than a spoon manufacturer labourer, or a taxi driver might hit a million more than an airhostess. I just think that'd be nice.
But if you think about them in context, new people are always, 100% more interesting than someone you know, regardless of the fact of mutual interests or appearance or culture or language. An unknown someone is a person you know nothing about. Everything will be fresh and new. Isn't that wonderful?
Except when they're not wonderful. Then the wonderful thing is the parting. But on the rare occasion you don't mind them, there's always that dreadful feeling of fate. Perhaps you'll never see this person again? How horrible. Or what if this meeting is the catalyst for a series of events, like you said something that inspired the other person to invent the Google machine? Or perhaps you prevented a suicide, or even just made their day? Oh all the possibilities are overwhelmingly exciting! But you'll never know until you make that contact.
Another reason I endorse facebook! You can meet someone, attempt to remember their name and immediately confirm that you know someone new. Broadcast it to the rest of your 239 friends through a constant influx of status updates.
But how easy was it to flow through friends when you were young? Cast your minds back to your primary school days when you made and destroyed friendships within lunchtimes. How innocent it was. Get to highschool and bang, no friends, no fun, no life? No thankyou.
Like how you expand your mind, expand your friendship. Extend a Hi to the person behind you in the line for a coffee at Starbucks.
However, now that I reflect on my contention, perhaps making friends isn't always safe. Actually now I'm remembering a great fear of mine, meeting crazy people. So perhaps it isn't a fantastic idea, but merely a nice one.
So make a friend. And skip over rainbows, and dance with lollypops and carebears because the world is fluffy and loveydovey for just this one blog.
Don't worry, the cynical stuff will return, I promise.
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
I was walking home from school with one of my best mates and she commented on how depressing my blog was, so I suppose this is to make her happy and because I was pondering about it the other day.
Just prepare yourselves, because this blog is going to be happy (not amusing or witty), I know right, shocking stuff. Once in a while, between all my frustrated and cynical thoughts I have a pleasant one. And this is dedicated to the romanticism behind meeting new people.
To your average garden variety person they may deem this frightening, out of their comfort zone, boring, dull, mundane, any of the previous words, but unlike in English and Art when you can never be wrong, you are.
Okay so take my situation last saturday. I was sitting in a 0kelvin room - freezing to death - with fifty other girls and four boys (I counted) and instead of listening to the keypoints of writing an A+ passage analysis in the exam I was thinking about how many people I didn't know.
I just find it amazing to believe that it only takes one form of communication to bridge the void between two lives. A simple "Hi" will do the trick and from that moment on, you've met someone you may never see again. Another stupid invention of mine is to make a person counter, because I think it'd be intriguing to see the amount of people we meet in a lifetime. Like another segment at a funeral is the 'person count'. A doctor might meet more than a spoon manufacturer labourer, or a taxi driver might hit a million more than an airhostess. I just think that'd be nice.
But if you think about them in context, new people are always, 100% more interesting than someone you know, regardless of the fact of mutual interests or appearance or culture or language. An unknown someone is a person you know nothing about. Everything will be fresh and new. Isn't that wonderful?
Except when they're not wonderful. Then the wonderful thing is the parting. But on the rare occasion you don't mind them, there's always that dreadful feeling of fate. Perhaps you'll never see this person again? How horrible. Or what if this meeting is the catalyst for a series of events, like you said something that inspired the other person to invent the Google machine? Or perhaps you prevented a suicide, or even just made their day? Oh all the possibilities are overwhelmingly exciting! But you'll never know until you make that contact.
Another reason I endorse facebook! You can meet someone, attempt to remember their name and immediately confirm that you know someone new. Broadcast it to the rest of your 239 friends through a constant influx of status updates.
But how easy was it to flow through friends when you were young? Cast your minds back to your primary school days when you made and destroyed friendships within lunchtimes. How innocent it was. Get to highschool and bang, no friends, no fun, no life? No thankyou.
Like how you expand your mind, expand your friendship. Extend a Hi to the person behind you in the line for a coffee at Starbucks.
However, now that I reflect on my contention, perhaps making friends isn't always safe. Actually now I'm remembering a great fear of mine, meeting crazy people. So perhaps it isn't a fantastic idea, but merely a nice one.
So make a friend. And skip over rainbows, and dance with lollypops and carebears because the world is fluffy and loveydovey for just this one blog.
Don't worry, the cynical stuff will return, I promise.
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
01 March 2010
+ _____bye!
Hi there.
I stumbled across this epiphany when walking down the road at midnight with my mate. I hope you have all noticed the subtle and yet rapid disappearance of the word 'good'. It's gone! Like a discontinued product in Safeway (or now Woolworths *shudder* for all you other bogan states), it's there on the Monday, and then bang, comes Tuesday, and overnight, they're gone in a blink of an eye. Thoughroughly depressing? Yes.
Where did it go you ask. It simply evaporated, osmosed into another realm of reality.
Instead of saying "good morning", we simply say "morning" to our fellow neighbour. The "good night" has again been reduced to the time of day "night", or "nighty nite". How degrading. "Good bye" has been rendered to simply "bye", or x2 - "byebye". One that emphasizes the laziness of Australians and simultaneously making the obvious time of day known, "good day", has been cut to "gday". Do we feel that the humble 'good' is no longer worthy of our vocal chords metabolic energy? I am rather saddened by its vacancy and I know that another word simply cannot fill the void.
Have an "excellent day now", "epic morning", "brilliant evening". I don't know about you, but it just doesn't maintain the simple ring that the double o's, sandwiched by a hooked g and a blunt d does. *sigh* If you disagree with me, you're wrong, and you don't deserve to utilise such a humble word.
So this is really a call of desperation to revive the good in life. And not in a silly "let's better the human condition" way.
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
I stumbled across this epiphany when walking down the road at midnight with my mate. I hope you have all noticed the subtle and yet rapid disappearance of the word 'good'. It's gone! Like a discontinued product in Safeway (or now Woolworths *shudder* for all you other bogan states), it's there on the Monday, and then bang, comes Tuesday, and overnight, they're gone in a blink of an eye. Thoughroughly depressing? Yes.
Where did it go you ask. It simply evaporated, osmosed into another realm of reality.
Instead of saying "good morning", we simply say "morning" to our fellow neighbour. The "good night" has again been reduced to the time of day "night", or "nighty nite". How degrading. "Good bye" has been rendered to simply "bye", or x2 - "byebye". One that emphasizes the laziness of Australians and simultaneously making the obvious time of day known, "good day", has been cut to "gday". Do we feel that the humble 'good' is no longer worthy of our vocal chords metabolic energy? I am rather saddened by its vacancy and I know that another word simply cannot fill the void.
Have an "excellent day now", "epic morning", "brilliant evening". I don't know about you, but it just doesn't maintain the simple ring that the double o's, sandwiched by a hooked g and a blunt d does. *sigh* If you disagree with me, you're wrong, and you don't deserve to utilise such a humble word.
So this is really a call of desperation to revive the good in life. And not in a silly "let's better the human condition" way.
Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.
-OVER AND OUT-
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