I don’t think people sing in the shower quite as much as they should any more.
I don’t see why people aren’t inclined to sing in the shower, although there’s no definitive reason why so many love to sing amid the steam and soap, I can offer up a few theories but I suspect it’s a combination of the improved vocals and the relaxation that comes with being completely alone. It’s a comfort too, to know that once you steam up the room and strip off, not only will you sound better, no one’s there to laugh if you don’t!
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You are walking in a park just like always. But then you notice that something is different. Everyone body is standing still like they are frozen. Adults, children, everyone is completely still and un-moving in various positions. What kind of person do you walk up to and what are they wearing? I walk up to a person who is doing something ridiculously embarrassing and take off all their clothes so they aren’t wearing anything! |
Sometimes I feel like singing with the birds and twirling around the woods in an apron.
Then I remember my life isn’t a fairytale and it never will be. That’s not what’s stopping me from doing it though - it’s the fact I have no apron, or spontaneous orchestra to join me.
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Sometimes, when I'm sad, I sit with my dog because he looks at me with such care, like he knows that I'm sad. Then he sits next to me and puts his paw on my leg. I think of you when he does this, because, without saying anything, I know that he'll always care... I hope that you'll always care. I know that I always will. I have stupid ways of portraying care. I do though, always. I suppose it’s one of the shortcomings of being a social retard - when it comes to things that count I’m shit at it. I beat myself up because of it, constantly. Dogs though, the worst they can do is catch their tail and pull their back out, but they only try that when they’re bored, not when you’re in need of a comforting lick or a pair of kind eyes. So I suggest keep looking to your wet nosed friend for reassurance that things will be fine, he’ll get you through your troubles. Plus, he’s probably comfortable with cuddles - another defect I have. |
That moment:
When you see someone who is overwhelmingly upset they are trembling, with tears welling in their eyes, when you can see they are broken.
When people are so genuinely happy you can see it in their eyes and their body is just oozing with joy and it’s tingly and lovely.
When someone is in such agony their eyes scream for mercy and their body unwillingly gives into the hurt.
When a person is so angry tensing every muscle in their body until it cramps is the only way to stop them from exploding with a hostile fury.
That moment shows that we are human.
That short sincere moment.
That moment shows what we are, truthfully.
Those moments are the only moments of truth.. Everything else is forced and superficial. Everything else is so fake.
We’re all superficial, forced and, unwise fakes.
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Can we go to a coffee shop alone, together? The amount of times I had to read that for it to make sense can’t even be counted on three hands and half a foot with extra toes. But I like coffee and I like you so yes, we can. |
Being alone is like is like refined sugar; excessive amounts just aren’t good.
So I try to spend the time I crave alone in crowds of complete strangers - like going to the movie theatre by myself.
I think people find it sad when they discover that I see films alone. When really it’s kind of nice, and no one can see you there all by your lonesome.
Sitting in a coffee shop by yourself can be just as comforting, sometimes. When I was first doing it though, I felt embarrassed, like I needed to pretend I was waiting for someone, like I knew what I was doing was pathetic and that I needed to justify to the strangers around me why I was there alone. But in truth, they wouldn’t care.
Now it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
