March 6, 2016
It seems I’m still here even though for a flitting moment I was thinking that there was nothing interesting I could say over this weekend.
Maybe it isn’t. It’s not like I’m a weekend butterfly to have lots of stories to share.
Once, I might have had, in the days when I’d liked to go out to spend time in a club or in a disco. Nowadays, weekends are mostly for lazing out, just drifting through the days, and on Sundays, especially, dreading the week to come although the same time I love to throw myself into the life again and talk to people.
I always regretted I couldn’t paint. I’d have loved to paint portraits as there are so many interesting people out there! Alas, even my stick people don’t resemble to stick people and I find that sometimes words defy the accuracy of a good portrait.
I like watching the scene of life with all its quirks. It’s funny though that once I preferred to be an actor and now I prefer the role of spectator.
I like the multitude of characters one can see in one single day. It’s like a perpetual theatre play even when the dialogue is mute or maybe more addicting when you cannot hear the words but you get to create situations in your mind. God knows if anything of that is true!
Sometimes, everything unfolds before your eyes and you don’t have to create a situation or invent a dialogue.
For instance, the couple I spied on the subway and later on the bus today: young, around twenty, a very beautiful and very drunk young girl and a giddy young boy.
She was so drunk that any kind of inhibitions disappeared and she acted like a wild spirit completely out of place in the calm Sunday afternoon. She was happy and she didn’t care about some of the looks trained on her and the guy simply tried hard to keep up with her.
It’s difficult to describe what she did or reiterate what she said. However, she gave the impression of a little nymph running along the platform at the subway or hopping over the stairs towards the bus, her long hair flying behind her like a scarf and long pants getting caught in the toes of her boots. There were moments when I thought she’d topple over, but she managed to keep her balance with the help of her boyfriend that didn’t know how to calm her enthusiasm.
She was in a world of her own. There was just she and her young man and nothing else mattered but the euphoria of the moment.
On the bus, she started chattering like a magpie in such a loud voice that the entire bus couldn’t do anything else but to look at her. The guy was shushing her now and then but it wasn’t clear if she could hear him.
Anyway, the things she would say would have made a nun blush to the top of her ears. She was very clear and descriptive in expressing her wants and that at the top of her lungs. The poor guy was alternating between saying “Shush!” at every sentence and a strained laugh that couldn’t hide what he felt hearing the things she uttered.
There were a few ladies that smirked, an old one even commented about the shameless of the young generation, a gentleman that commented as well, but hypocritically, as you could see that his ears practically were pointed towards the spirit of the woods not to miss anything she was saying.
Hopefully, the young girl got her wishes fulfilled and hopefully, she has a hard head and won’t have a too bad hangover tomorrow. It would be a pity.
I hope you too, the one reading this, would be okay tomorrow. Sometimes, weekends can blur things and one might pass over boundaries. Let’s hope you have a smooth beginning of the week.
Have a nice Monday! Good-bye!
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
Sometimes I have good ideas... (what do you think?)
Sometimes fascinating guests!
(that for sure!)
Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
(not too tempting, huh!)
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