Before I start this, I want to say that I didn't intend it to be a second repetition piece but that's what came to me.
Also, this piece came a lot easier and faster than the last because the feelings were immediate and accessable. The last poem, the feelings needed to be dragged up from the deep place in my heart where I store them, a place I try not to delve into too often.
Maybe it's not really a poem but more a list of thoughts.
What is beauty?
Is it the way her eyes shine like cats eyes in the dark?
The way her layers of clothing make her look like she's cold
But the way I really want to warm her up
The way her hands play with each other like she's nervous
The way she came and spoke to me like we were old best friends, not Facebook friends on a late night surprise second meeting at a train station
The way her voice curls on some words, making her sound like she's not from this town, like she had the luck to get out
The way she has the same name as an ex but the way it doesn't make me think less of her
The way her headphones are so big they look like earmuffs but the way they match her hat perfectly
The way she discusses her career with such passion, an undying flame, like it was meant to be from the start
The way she notices the length of my hair
The way she laughs at all the stupid things I always say
The way I hope every new Facebook message is from her
The way she doesn't look like any other girl I've ever met
But the way this comes as a complete shock, even to me
The way I immediately get the urge to hold her and kiss her for no reason at all
The way I could listen to her talk for hours even when I can't relate to a single word
But the way I can relate so much to the other things
The way her smile lit up the whole train replacement night bus
The way I already miss her
Yes, she is beauty, she is love but of a different kind.
Varelai.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
You'll always be my favourite one
For you... If you read this you'll know who you are but you won't read it and you'll never know. A fact for which I'm deeply glad.
If sarcasm was the lowest form of wit, he'd score below zero.
If religion saved lives, he'd be dead.
If his words to me were the sun, he'd be a Wellington summer.
If knowledge was a fountain, he'd be overflowing.
If music was a colour, he'd be a rainbow.
If clothes made the man, he'd be more man than most.
If humour was a flock of sheep, he'd be New Zealand.
If intelligence had a number, he'd be pushing a trillion.
If nerves were earthquakes, he'd send me to Wellington.
If looks could kill, he'd be a serial murderer.
If movies were stars, he'd be the night sky.
If a friend was a blade of grass, he'd have a field.
If smiles were lightbulbs, he'd glow the brightest.
If eyes were windows, he'd be a view to a watery paradise.
If bodies were art, he'd be the most beautiful and saught-after.
If facial expressions told a story, he'd be a novel.
If hair was the world, he'd change like the weather.
If secrets were oceans, he'd be deep in my depths.
If I were better, maybe he'd like me.
Varelai.
If sarcasm was the lowest form of wit, he'd score below zero.
If religion saved lives, he'd be dead.
If his words to me were the sun, he'd be a Wellington summer.
If knowledge was a fountain, he'd be overflowing.
If music was a colour, he'd be a rainbow.
If clothes made the man, he'd be more man than most.
If humour was a flock of sheep, he'd be New Zealand.
If intelligence had a number, he'd be pushing a trillion.
If nerves were earthquakes, he'd send me to Wellington.
If looks could kill, he'd be a serial murderer.
If movies were stars, he'd be the night sky.
If a friend was a blade of grass, he'd have a field.
If smiles were lightbulbs, he'd glow the brightest.
If eyes were windows, he'd be a view to a watery paradise.
If bodies were art, he'd be the most beautiful and saught-after.
If facial expressions told a story, he'd be a novel.
If hair was the world, he'd change like the weather.
If secrets were oceans, he'd be deep in my depths.
If I were better, maybe he'd like me.
Varelai.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
She sneezes when she sees bright lights
I saw Motion City Soundtrack the weekend just been at Soundwave. I cannot explain how incredible this experience was.
Most of my 4ish days in Australia was awful for various reasons but MCS saved me.
Saddest thing was that MCR pulled out a few weeks before the show so to see Jimmy Eat World where my band should have been, was devastating. I couldn't watch.
I could NOT believe how incredible MCS were though. They made the whole drama worth it.
Oh and the bats. Bats are so fucking cute.
I have a feeling the always gorgeous Justin Pierre may have sobered up again. I read today he relapsed during the recording of their third album Even If It Kills Me after a bad break up.
But he dedicated one of his songs to a woman so I guess he's found love again and judging by his performance I'd say he sounds sober again.
Always crazy but not insane enough to seem drunk.
Anyway, in response to MCS I want to write a really good poem.
MCS have this really good song on Even If It Kills Me called Antonia. The song is basically a song which reminds me very much of Shakespeare's sonnet "My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun".
Basically, it describes a fictional girl (made up of a few different girls Justin knows, as well as MCS' drummer's wife), who is not perfect.
Just like Shakespeare's sonnet.
Antonia is just so average but the writer (possibly a character and not Justin) loves her. The last line he sings is "Our baby girl is due this May and when the little lady grows up, I hope that she will be just like her mother".
Shakespeare ends his sonnet with "And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare"
So basically, these men, love these women with all they have but these women have bad breath, are scared of cobra snakes, have shitty voices, care for stupid cats who can't find their way home and more.
So I decided I need to write a poem for the person I have a crush on. I don't know that I love him but I can still say nice things about him in the form of a poem.
I'll think about it and post it some time soon.
He's really quite average. My friends think he's not good looking at all. But I think the traits he has are admirable and I like him.
And may have stalked him on both Facebook and Bebo for some time.
Varelai.
For your reference:::::
Motion City Soundtrack, Antonia
She makes a lot of abstract art
She haggles for the cheapest price
She never orders take-out food
Before ten o'clock at night
She's really into snow mobiles
She owns a lot of nice flashlights
She cares for all the stupid cats
That never found their way home
She shaves her legs with ginsu knives
She quotes a lot of Annie Hall
She misplaced her virginity
Back in 1995
She's what's keeping me alive
She's the pizza of my eye
Without her near me I would not survive
It gets cold when she's not around
I float until I sink and get swallowed up
It's so cold when she's not around
I wait for her to come home and tell me I'll be fine
She's always eating Captain Crunch
She sings a lot of Ben Folds Five
She's scared to death of cobra snakes
Just like Indiana Jones
She tells the dumbest knock knock jokes
She drinks a lot of Chardonnay
She hates the way I comb my hair
But she married me last june
She was the bride I was the groom
I cried a lot and then we spooned
Without her in my life I would be doomed
It gets cold when she's not around
I float until I sink and get swallowed up
It's so cold when she's not around
I wait for her to come home and tell me I'll be fine
Tell me I'll be fine
She loves the smell of Christmas trees
She sneezes when she sees bright lights
She fainted on the kitchen floor
When her father passed away
Our baby girl is due this May
And when the little lady grows up
I hope that she will be just like
Her mother.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 130, My Mistress' Eyes
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Most of my 4ish days in Australia was awful for various reasons but MCS saved me.
Saddest thing was that MCR pulled out a few weeks before the show so to see Jimmy Eat World where my band should have been, was devastating. I couldn't watch.
I could NOT believe how incredible MCS were though. They made the whole drama worth it.
Oh and the bats. Bats are so fucking cute.
I have a feeling the always gorgeous Justin Pierre may have sobered up again. I read today he relapsed during the recording of their third album Even If It Kills Me after a bad break up.
But he dedicated one of his songs to a woman so I guess he's found love again and judging by his performance I'd say he sounds sober again.
Always crazy but not insane enough to seem drunk.
Anyway, in response to MCS I want to write a really good poem.
MCS have this really good song on Even If It Kills Me called Antonia. The song is basically a song which reminds me very much of Shakespeare's sonnet "My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun".
Basically, it describes a fictional girl (made up of a few different girls Justin knows, as well as MCS' drummer's wife), who is not perfect.
Just like Shakespeare's sonnet.
Antonia is just so average but the writer (possibly a character and not Justin) loves her. The last line he sings is "Our baby girl is due this May and when the little lady grows up, I hope that she will be just like her mother".
Shakespeare ends his sonnet with "And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare"
So basically, these men, love these women with all they have but these women have bad breath, are scared of cobra snakes, have shitty voices, care for stupid cats who can't find their way home and more.
So I decided I need to write a poem for the person I have a crush on. I don't know that I love him but I can still say nice things about him in the form of a poem.
I'll think about it and post it some time soon.
He's really quite average. My friends think he's not good looking at all. But I think the traits he has are admirable and I like him.
And may have stalked him on both Facebook and Bebo for some time.
Varelai.
For your reference:::::
Motion City Soundtrack, Antonia
She makes a lot of abstract art
She haggles for the cheapest price
She never orders take-out food
Before ten o'clock at night
She's really into snow mobiles
She owns a lot of nice flashlights
She cares for all the stupid cats
That never found their way home
She shaves her legs with ginsu knives
She quotes a lot of Annie Hall
She misplaced her virginity
Back in 1995
She's what's keeping me alive
She's the pizza of my eye
Without her near me I would not survive
It gets cold when she's not around
I float until I sink and get swallowed up
It's so cold when she's not around
I wait for her to come home and tell me I'll be fine
She's always eating Captain Crunch
She sings a lot of Ben Folds Five
She's scared to death of cobra snakes
Just like Indiana Jones
She tells the dumbest knock knock jokes
She drinks a lot of Chardonnay
She hates the way I comb my hair
But she married me last june
She was the bride I was the groom
I cried a lot and then we spooned
Without her in my life I would be doomed
It gets cold when she's not around
I float until I sink and get swallowed up
It's so cold when she's not around
I wait for her to come home and tell me I'll be fine
Tell me I'll be fine
She loves the smell of Christmas trees
She sneezes when she sees bright lights
She fainted on the kitchen floor
When her father passed away
Our baby girl is due this May
And when the little lady grows up
I hope that she will be just like
Her mother.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 130, My Mistress' Eyes
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Honesty, is such a lonely word
"Born into Nixon I was raised in hell" - Green Day.
I dunno why I wanted a quote but I really like that line. I don't even know why coz I wasn't born into Nixon!
I was born into Bush senior if we're talking America.
It is my strong belief that on meeting people, you should be honest.
I have recently begun talking to a guy. Although he's seven years older than me, there is a chance he is a prospective lover.
He's a nice guy, pretty funny as well as being a musician.
We talked last night about tattoos.
As you will all know, I love ink. I just got a new piece a few days ago which is, by the way, gorgeous!
It was of great unfortunateness that I found out this guy doesn't like tattoos.
He finds them tacky and generally pretty gross.
This made me feel kinda sad coz he seems great in all other areas.
So when it came to the time when he asked "so... do you have any?"
I wanted to say no.
The reason for this is because I didn't want to ruin the new friendship we'd started as well as any chance of a future relationship.
In the end I just said "maybe" to which he replied "yes, you do?"
The thing is, regardless of what I told him, he would eventually find out the truth and hate me and my tattoos.
Tattoos are not an easy thing to lie about because they will always be there so I told the truth, even though I knew he wouldn't like it.
Thing is, what if he sees mine, sees they're pretty, not tacky and MAYBE grows to like them.
At least now he knows I have them, he can base his future opinions on honest, truthful information.
That's another thing a friend told me once. If you lie to someone, you are giving them information which is not the truth. You are spreading false information.
Which means when the person you lied to goes somewhere and talks to someone else, that person may think the information is true and spread it further OR they will think the person who told them the information is a moron or a liar.
Which is why I don't lie.
Plus, do I want someone in my life who doesn't like me for me?
Part of me is my tattoos, they will be forever with me and they are a huge part of my life.
If someone dislikes you for telling them the truth about yourself or dislikes a part of you, are they worth it?
My favourite band is My Chemical Romance. This is a well known fact amongst the people who surround my life.
Thing is, a lot of people, for reasons unknown to me, dislike this band.
Whether it is for their look, their lyrics or their sound, as soon as they are mentioned, the hate comes POURING in.
This is something I can sometimes feel reluctant to talk about because of the hate which has, in the time I've loved them, gone with mentioning them.
But these guys save my life every time I hear them.
They have always reminded me that life is okay even if you're not.
And to never be afraid to keep on living.
Varelai.
I dunno why I wanted a quote but I really like that line. I don't even know why coz I wasn't born into Nixon!
I was born into Bush senior if we're talking America.
It is my strong belief that on meeting people, you should be honest.
I have recently begun talking to a guy. Although he's seven years older than me, there is a chance he is a prospective lover.
He's a nice guy, pretty funny as well as being a musician.
We talked last night about tattoos.
As you will all know, I love ink. I just got a new piece a few days ago which is, by the way, gorgeous!
It was of great unfortunateness that I found out this guy doesn't like tattoos.
He finds them tacky and generally pretty gross.
This made me feel kinda sad coz he seems great in all other areas.
So when it came to the time when he asked "so... do you have any?"
I wanted to say no.
The reason for this is because I didn't want to ruin the new friendship we'd started as well as any chance of a future relationship.
In the end I just said "maybe" to which he replied "yes, you do?"
The thing is, regardless of what I told him, he would eventually find out the truth and hate me and my tattoos.
Tattoos are not an easy thing to lie about because they will always be there so I told the truth, even though I knew he wouldn't like it.
Thing is, what if he sees mine, sees they're pretty, not tacky and MAYBE grows to like them.
At least now he knows I have them, he can base his future opinions on honest, truthful information.
That's another thing a friend told me once. If you lie to someone, you are giving them information which is not the truth. You are spreading false information.
Which means when the person you lied to goes somewhere and talks to someone else, that person may think the information is true and spread it further OR they will think the person who told them the information is a moron or a liar.
Which is why I don't lie.
Plus, do I want someone in my life who doesn't like me for me?
Part of me is my tattoos, they will be forever with me and they are a huge part of my life.
If someone dislikes you for telling them the truth about yourself or dislikes a part of you, are they worth it?
My favourite band is My Chemical Romance. This is a well known fact amongst the people who surround my life.
Thing is, a lot of people, for reasons unknown to me, dislike this band.
Whether it is for their look, their lyrics or their sound, as soon as they are mentioned, the hate comes POURING in.
This is something I can sometimes feel reluctant to talk about because of the hate which has, in the time I've loved them, gone with mentioning them.
But these guys save my life every time I hear them.
They have always reminded me that life is okay even if you're not.
And to never be afraid to keep on living.
Varelai.
Friday, February 12, 2010
The worst day of the year
Just from the title, I bet most of you will know exactly the day I'm talking about.
If you don't, you're probably in love.
Yes, I'm talking about Valentines Day. A day I have despised for at least 13 years or so (considering I probably wasn't conscious of how shitty this day was before the age of 5.)
I have never had a Valentine. I have never, in 18 years, had someone, a lover, to spend Valentines Day with.
Why does it matter?
When you think about it, it's just a commercial day. An excuse for lovey dovey assholes to spend lots of money.
BUT, in doing that, they seem to get overly happy which is fine.
The thing that is not fine is the fact I am NOT overly happy.
Sure, life's okay sometimes and I'm happy sometimes.
But on Valentines day, I am never happy.
Okay so I'm lonely and bitter but seeing people in love makes me feel even MORE lonely and ten times more bitter.
Tonight I went to see the movie Valentines Day which I enjoyed a lot because it had a degree of the anger I feel towards this "fake holiday".
We don't get a day off for Valentines which makes it feel like a rather pointless thing to be celebrating.
If it really MATTERED like Christmas etc does, we would get a day off to celebrate and commemorate it.
But it doesn't because it's just an excuse to spend money.
In reality though, I don't blame the lovers for expressing themselves on this day or any day.
I'd rather they didn't do it TOO much near me but I understand because if I had a partner, I'd always want to show them (publically and privately) how much they mean to me.
The most I have is a long term crush which goes nowhere but makes me feel crazy and SOMETIMES stalkerish.
The dude I have this crush on has a girlfriend though.
He is NOT, by the way, the guy mentioned in a previous blog post.
The weird thing about crushes is they're from a distance so you never really know the person.
For me, I know this guy is pretty. My friends like to disagree but I think he's gorgeous but as far as his personality goes, I have some idea but I'm not hugely sure.
I know he's intelligent as well as funny and sarcastic.
A good combination in my opinion.
Last Valentines Day I bought some of my friends a yellow rose each to represent friendship and so they'd feel loved even if I didn't.
I think I may do the same this year but last year it felt good to see people happy but it wasn't ENOUGH to make me feel completely happy or satisfied.
So if I got almost nothing out of it last year, maybe it's not worth it this year.
I'm sure it felt good for them though. But sometimes as good as giving feels, sometimes a person needs some recieving.
Just like in a sexual relationship I guess (not that I would have ANY clue about this) but in a coupling, it often feels good to do good things for your partner and that is somewhat satisfying but it is human nature to NEED things done for you as well.
Give and take, always.
That's all for tonight,
Sorry I've been slow on the blogging front, I've been busier than ever but still doing less than ever.
Plus, it's hard to kinda think of ideas good enough to fill the space I have.
Varelai.
If you don't, you're probably in love.
Yes, I'm talking about Valentines Day. A day I have despised for at least 13 years or so (considering I probably wasn't conscious of how shitty this day was before the age of 5.)
I have never had a Valentine. I have never, in 18 years, had someone, a lover, to spend Valentines Day with.
Why does it matter?
When you think about it, it's just a commercial day. An excuse for lovey dovey assholes to spend lots of money.
BUT, in doing that, they seem to get overly happy which is fine.
The thing that is not fine is the fact I am NOT overly happy.
Sure, life's okay sometimes and I'm happy sometimes.
But on Valentines day, I am never happy.
Okay so I'm lonely and bitter but seeing people in love makes me feel even MORE lonely and ten times more bitter.
Tonight I went to see the movie Valentines Day which I enjoyed a lot because it had a degree of the anger I feel towards this "fake holiday".
We don't get a day off for Valentines which makes it feel like a rather pointless thing to be celebrating.
If it really MATTERED like Christmas etc does, we would get a day off to celebrate and commemorate it.
But it doesn't because it's just an excuse to spend money.
In reality though, I don't blame the lovers for expressing themselves on this day or any day.
I'd rather they didn't do it TOO much near me but I understand because if I had a partner, I'd always want to show them (publically and privately) how much they mean to me.
The most I have is a long term crush which goes nowhere but makes me feel crazy and SOMETIMES stalkerish.
The dude I have this crush on has a girlfriend though.
He is NOT, by the way, the guy mentioned in a previous blog post.
The weird thing about crushes is they're from a distance so you never really know the person.
For me, I know this guy is pretty. My friends like to disagree but I think he's gorgeous but as far as his personality goes, I have some idea but I'm not hugely sure.
I know he's intelligent as well as funny and sarcastic.
A good combination in my opinion.
Last Valentines Day I bought some of my friends a yellow rose each to represent friendship and so they'd feel loved even if I didn't.
I think I may do the same this year but last year it felt good to see people happy but it wasn't ENOUGH to make me feel completely happy or satisfied.
So if I got almost nothing out of it last year, maybe it's not worth it this year.
I'm sure it felt good for them though. But sometimes as good as giving feels, sometimes a person needs some recieving.
Just like in a sexual relationship I guess (not that I would have ANY clue about this) but in a coupling, it often feels good to do good things for your partner and that is somewhat satisfying but it is human nature to NEED things done for you as well.
Give and take, always.
That's all for tonight,
Sorry I've been slow on the blogging front, I've been busier than ever but still doing less than ever.
Plus, it's hard to kinda think of ideas good enough to fill the space I have.
Varelai.
Monday, February 8, 2010
On running over cats
I just saw someone I know is dead.
They were just scootering along Cuba St.
I guess when you think about someone or something a lot, your mind has some form of permission to play tricks on you.
I know it's not possible to have seen him but I feel like spending the rest of the day outside waiting for him to come back.
I guess it's kinda like now I have one tattoo (another to come soon), I constantly notice other people's tattoos.
Except obviously it's more serious seeing someone who is no longer alive than just observing body art.
Only difference was, this version of the person had facial hair, I guess that's what happens when you've been dead a while, you're not able to shave.
I don't understand how a person can run over an animal.
I've been driving for a while now and although many animals have run out in front of my car, since I've been paying attention, it's not hard not to hit them.
If I see an animal even CLOSE to the road, I slow down, no matter how many cars are behind me and I watch that animal to make sure I'm ready if they make a move.
The first time, it was hard.
I was deeply saddened the first time I almost hit a dog which ran out in front of me. Of course, I was paying attention to the road so I didn't hit it but I had to slam on my brakes.
Cats, it appears, are the worst. Cats tend to always be close to the road and they tend to either wander slowly across the road like they own it or they run across too fast for any driver to think twice.
But if you are always watching what you're doing while driving, you will NEVER hit a cat.
On my way home I saw a duck on the road also, very slow moving but easy not to hit.
Varelai
They were just scootering along Cuba St.
I guess when you think about someone or something a lot, your mind has some form of permission to play tricks on you.
I know it's not possible to have seen him but I feel like spending the rest of the day outside waiting for him to come back.
I guess it's kinda like now I have one tattoo (another to come soon), I constantly notice other people's tattoos.
Except obviously it's more serious seeing someone who is no longer alive than just observing body art.
Only difference was, this version of the person had facial hair, I guess that's what happens when you've been dead a while, you're not able to shave.
I don't understand how a person can run over an animal.
I've been driving for a while now and although many animals have run out in front of my car, since I've been paying attention, it's not hard not to hit them.
If I see an animal even CLOSE to the road, I slow down, no matter how many cars are behind me and I watch that animal to make sure I'm ready if they make a move.
The first time, it was hard.
I was deeply saddened the first time I almost hit a dog which ran out in front of me. Of course, I was paying attention to the road so I didn't hit it but I had to slam on my brakes.
Cats, it appears, are the worst. Cats tend to always be close to the road and they tend to either wander slowly across the road like they own it or they run across too fast for any driver to think twice.
But if you are always watching what you're doing while driving, you will NEVER hit a cat.
On my way home I saw a duck on the road also, very slow moving but easy not to hit.
Varelai
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Repost: Weapons
10-11-2009
This is a tribute-like poem to the lady driving the Railway Station 1 bus at around 4pm yesterday. I'm glad you didn't kill me.
She drives her bus like it was a weapon of mass destruction,
She is an assassin operating a yellow annihilation device of monumental proportion.
Beeping at innocent people on the side of the road,
Intent on eradicating jaywalkers who get in her way.
She bites off the heads of anyone who dares approach her.
She rounds the corners and we are thrown out of our seats by invisible hands,
She slams on her brakes and we fly forward.
Varelai.
This is a tribute-like poem to the lady driving the Railway Station 1 bus at around 4pm yesterday. I'm glad you didn't kill me.
She drives her bus like it was a weapon of mass destruction,
She is an assassin operating a yellow annihilation device of monumental proportion.
Beeping at innocent people on the side of the road,
Intent on eradicating jaywalkers who get in her way.
She bites off the heads of anyone who dares approach her.
She rounds the corners and we are thrown out of our seats by invisible hands,
She slams on her brakes and we fly forward.
Varelai.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Asofterworld
Some things which express how I feel.
I love this site and these two work well today.
Number one represents the blog I posted today. Read it before this or something.
Number two represents how I feel when a crazed gunman was near my house tonight.
Except I don't have a sister, it was a gunman not a terrorist and it's too much drama before my nightly drinking.
Being aware
This morning I was on a bus.
I have had many an experience on busses including a driver who was intent on killing people.
The reason I caught a bus for the distance of 10-15 minutes instead of walking is because it is cold today and it is half raining so my hair would have gotten wet.
I have begun to straighten my hair lately so if it gets wet, it screws up and goes fuzzy and curly.
So anyway, I was sitting on the bus in the left column of seats.
In the right column of seats, just across from me was a man.
Yes, a man. Many of you will have experienced these "men" creatures. They're quite entertaining at times (more later).
So this man is all good just sitting with his little headphones on but then he pulls out a bag from his backpack.
And he begins picking at a chicken.
It's dead and cooked (obviously) so he's just eating away at this chicken.
Problem is, I'm a vegetarian.
Now, you ask, what the fuck is the problem? Not like he offered me any of his chicken.
You see, I don't like to preach my eating beliefs onto people, I believe people should eat whatever they want, it's their own grave.
BUT at 8:30am, the smell of meat makes me want to throw up.
Usually I can be around meat eaters just fine as long as their meat doesn't smell too strongly.
BUT we're in a bus. A bus is a confined space with hardly any windows.
And I was sitting just metres away from chicken man.
I think honestly, it was very inconsiderate of him to be eating hot food on a bus ANYWAY, I'm pretty sure that's against the rules of busses.
But the fact it was meat and it smelt AWFUL, made things so much worse.
So I guess the bus will smell of chicken for the rest of the day.
By the way, who the FUCK eats a whole roast chicken on a bus at 8:30am?!
In fact, who the fuck can eat a whole roast chicken by themselves?
So basically, I felt extremely ill because of the inconsiderate nature of this chicken man.
So I think people should be aware. Be aware that eating a roast chicken on a bus infects the whole bus with the smell of the chicken and that some people really don't like chicken and even if they do, do they want to smell it first thing in the morning? No, no, NO, I don't think so.
So anyway, enough about chicken, let's talk about men.
As previously stated, they're kinda weird, fuzzy, little creatures.
I've recently become friendly with a few of these aliens.
Before this, I was only acquaintances of this other gender but now I have a guy I talk to almost every day so I guess we're like friends.
Apart from when I was like 5 or so, I haven't really had all that much experience with guys.
For the majority of my so far short life, I have mostly had female friends, as for relationships, well, let's not go there at this point and time.
Of course I went to a bi-gender school so I have experienced guys in a controlled environment but I've never really experienced them in their natural habitat.
So I know how to be friends with girls, it's second nature but when it comes to being friends with guys, I ask, what do I do? How do I act? Do I have to do anything differently? Am I insane for thinking it's a huge, scary task?
This guy friend and I talk about music a lot because we happen to enjoy the same type of music and he provides me with music by bands I'd never previously heard of and end up loving.
Admittedly, I kinda miss him when we don't talk, just like I miss all my friends.
Just so we're clear at this point, he has a girlfriend (who probably dislikes me because I'm female and talk to her boyfriend), so there's nothing lovey in this, it's just a friendship.
I like his girlfriend, I think she's a nice girl and a good fit for him. In fact, as long as I've known him, I've liked most of his girlfriends, with one exception (I just didn't like her in general).
In saying that I've known him a long time, I have but we only just recently started talking more often.
Anyway, see, that's the weird thing about being friends with guys, does every girl feel like they have to clarify that they are "just friends" with the guys? Do people even get suspicious at all of what's going on or is everyone just paranoid?
I've learnt from this friendship that guys just want people to understand (I say people because I mean girls but I guess they could want guys to understand as well) the things they like.
I guess girls often want to try to make guys understand as well but in a female to female friendship, this understanding is often already there.
In saying that though, I often don't understand why females tend to have an obsession with make-up. The majority of females don't look any different with or without the stuff. So even as a female, that little thing is lost on me.
But anyway, with this guy, I've been attempting to understand the huge world that is sport.
This guy enjoys sport of all kinds but as a female, I feel like in some ways, the whole sporting world is a bit lost on me.
But the thing I like about this guy is that he is trying to help me understand.
I'm sure most guys who know about the specialised subject of sport will try to help but some will be too elitist to bother.
When he talks about cricket for example, I try to ask questions when I don't understand and he answers the questions without taking the piss or anything like that, even if it's a stupid question that EVERY man knows the answer to.
Also, I do realise that not ALL guys like sport, which is fine too but I have a feeling that there is a large majority who do.
He understands that girls in general, not all girls but most, don't have a good understanding of sport, cricket in particular.
I don't really try to make him understand anything in my life because I don't feel like there is anything so feminine in my life that a man wouldn't understand it.
I don't wear make-up which is a big girly thing so I can't explain that to him and at the moment I can't think of any other female traits that I have that need explaining.
Plus, this guy has a lot of girl friends as well as a girlfriend who he could ask if he needed clarification on any of this unimportant crap.
So yea, the point is, I'm being accepting of the fact he likes sport.
To be friends with him, you have to be accepting of that.
And you have to be willing to hear about sport and learn about it so hearing about it doesn't end up dull and confusing.
Friendship involves give and take so by me understanding what he's telling me, we're going to end up on a good level.
So my message is that if you have friends, you probably have them because you try to understand and relate to the things they like and why.
Most of my friends are heavily into music and they've shaped me through teaching and stuff, to enjoy music as well on so many different levels.
Music has helped me relate to my friends because it's something we can share and something we all understand and enjoy.
Now I'm just rambling, sorry.
Varelai.
I have had many an experience on busses including a driver who was intent on killing people.
The reason I caught a bus for the distance of 10-15 minutes instead of walking is because it is cold today and it is half raining so my hair would have gotten wet.
I have begun to straighten my hair lately so if it gets wet, it screws up and goes fuzzy and curly.
So anyway, I was sitting on the bus in the left column of seats.
In the right column of seats, just across from me was a man.
Yes, a man. Many of you will have experienced these "men" creatures. They're quite entertaining at times (more later).
So this man is all good just sitting with his little headphones on but then he pulls out a bag from his backpack.
And he begins picking at a chicken.
It's dead and cooked (obviously) so he's just eating away at this chicken.
Problem is, I'm a vegetarian.
Now, you ask, what the fuck is the problem? Not like he offered me any of his chicken.
You see, I don't like to preach my eating beliefs onto people, I believe people should eat whatever they want, it's their own grave.
BUT at 8:30am, the smell of meat makes me want to throw up.
Usually I can be around meat eaters just fine as long as their meat doesn't smell too strongly.
BUT we're in a bus. A bus is a confined space with hardly any windows.
And I was sitting just metres away from chicken man.
I think honestly, it was very inconsiderate of him to be eating hot food on a bus ANYWAY, I'm pretty sure that's against the rules of busses.
But the fact it was meat and it smelt AWFUL, made things so much worse.
So I guess the bus will smell of chicken for the rest of the day.
By the way, who the FUCK eats a whole roast chicken on a bus at 8:30am?!
In fact, who the fuck can eat a whole roast chicken by themselves?
So basically, I felt extremely ill because of the inconsiderate nature of this chicken man.
So I think people should be aware. Be aware that eating a roast chicken on a bus infects the whole bus with the smell of the chicken and that some people really don't like chicken and even if they do, do they want to smell it first thing in the morning? No, no, NO, I don't think so.
So anyway, enough about chicken, let's talk about men.
As previously stated, they're kinda weird, fuzzy, little creatures.
I've recently become friendly with a few of these aliens.
Before this, I was only acquaintances of this other gender but now I have a guy I talk to almost every day so I guess we're like friends.
Apart from when I was like 5 or so, I haven't really had all that much experience with guys.
For the majority of my so far short life, I have mostly had female friends, as for relationships, well, let's not go there at this point and time.
Of course I went to a bi-gender school so I have experienced guys in a controlled environment but I've never really experienced them in their natural habitat.
So I know how to be friends with girls, it's second nature but when it comes to being friends with guys, I ask, what do I do? How do I act? Do I have to do anything differently? Am I insane for thinking it's a huge, scary task?
This guy friend and I talk about music a lot because we happen to enjoy the same type of music and he provides me with music by bands I'd never previously heard of and end up loving.
Admittedly, I kinda miss him when we don't talk, just like I miss all my friends.
Just so we're clear at this point, he has a girlfriend (who probably dislikes me because I'm female and talk to her boyfriend), so there's nothing lovey in this, it's just a friendship.
I like his girlfriend, I think she's a nice girl and a good fit for him. In fact, as long as I've known him, I've liked most of his girlfriends, with one exception (I just didn't like her in general).
In saying that I've known him a long time, I have but we only just recently started talking more often.
Anyway, see, that's the weird thing about being friends with guys, does every girl feel like they have to clarify that they are "just friends" with the guys? Do people even get suspicious at all of what's going on or is everyone just paranoid?
I've learnt from this friendship that guys just want people to understand (I say people because I mean girls but I guess they could want guys to understand as well) the things they like.
I guess girls often want to try to make guys understand as well but in a female to female friendship, this understanding is often already there.
In saying that though, I often don't understand why females tend to have an obsession with make-up. The majority of females don't look any different with or without the stuff. So even as a female, that little thing is lost on me.
But anyway, with this guy, I've been attempting to understand the huge world that is sport.
This guy enjoys sport of all kinds but as a female, I feel like in some ways, the whole sporting world is a bit lost on me.
But the thing I like about this guy is that he is trying to help me understand.
I'm sure most guys who know about the specialised subject of sport will try to help but some will be too elitist to bother.
When he talks about cricket for example, I try to ask questions when I don't understand and he answers the questions without taking the piss or anything like that, even if it's a stupid question that EVERY man knows the answer to.
Also, I do realise that not ALL guys like sport, which is fine too but I have a feeling that there is a large majority who do.
He understands that girls in general, not all girls but most, don't have a good understanding of sport, cricket in particular.
I don't really try to make him understand anything in my life because I don't feel like there is anything so feminine in my life that a man wouldn't understand it.
I don't wear make-up which is a big girly thing so I can't explain that to him and at the moment I can't think of any other female traits that I have that need explaining.
Plus, this guy has a lot of girl friends as well as a girlfriend who he could ask if he needed clarification on any of this unimportant crap.
So yea, the point is, I'm being accepting of the fact he likes sport.
To be friends with him, you have to be accepting of that.
And you have to be willing to hear about sport and learn about it so hearing about it doesn't end up dull and confusing.
Friendship involves give and take so by me understanding what he's telling me, we're going to end up on a good level.
So my message is that if you have friends, you probably have them because you try to understand and relate to the things they like and why.
Most of my friends are heavily into music and they've shaped me through teaching and stuff, to enjoy music as well on so many different levels.
Music has helped me relate to my friends because it's something we can share and something we all understand and enjoy.
Now I'm just rambling, sorry.
Varelai.
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