The lifestyle choices I make have decidedly lame consequences. I don't eat meat, and I am too busy, too interested in interesting things to be bothered to concoct a diet that gives me all the protein-y things that I need to function properly, so I often find myself in a black cloudy world which blobs across my vision if I stand up too fast. I run on concrete too much and carry my keyboard and its amp in sky high heels too much and subsequently have the back of a middle aged woman.
But isn't it so confusing, when the seemingly stupid lifestyle choices that are made actually turn out into the most fun you could have ever?
It's 9PM, and I am absolutely dead-buried-in-a-coffin-DEAD tired from the weeks' festivities. Going out four nights in a row and living out of my army backpack and drinking far too much coffee and battling the apocalyptic ringing in my ears with peanut butter toast and a playlist called 'Relax'...
I have LIKE so MUCH to TELL YOU. But I really have no idea where to start, so here are some small things that have happened that are just nice.
* I think I've told you how much I like shopping centres before (same reasons I like supermarket catalogues and shows like Friends). They are friendly, fluorescent, familiar little havens where nothing changes and everything is all lit up all the time, even at night. The people who go there are so preoccupied by other business that when you watch them, it's so different to watching someone you know, maybe at like 4AM when you're a little drunk and sad or whatever. Urgh that's a weird link - what I mean is, I think a little superficiality never hurt anyone. The outside of things can be so much nicer than the inside - and shopping centres are full of outsides.
* Meeting a complete stranger who approaches you specifically and hugs you and smiles and says the phrase 'I've heard so much about you' is probably one of the nicest things that human beings do. This happened to me a couple of times this week. In fact overall, this week has seen my general opinion of humans absolutely skyrocket into the heavens; there is such kindness in the smallest of gestures that often goes so sadly unnoticed. Warmness is such a beautiful thing to possess.
When someone I've just met uncrosses my timid arms and leads me to a jumping dance floor, or when a tall friend reaches awkwardly across to squeeze my shoulder in a packed pub, or when I look down from the stage during a gig to see my girls standing giggling at the very front, or when I'm standing leaning exhausted against our car with my piano at my feet with my Mum and Dad by my side, or when I'm driving with my bandmates to get pre-gig food playing corners in the back seat, or when little girls I've only just met hug me at the hip (as high as they can reach) and show me felt artworks over doughy peanut butter toast, or those ridiculous 4AM bedtimes that are always sacredly shared...my goodness. The sweetness and the goodness that exists with me and with us here, now, is astounding. I suppose it's all just a matter of sifting through the sad to get to it.
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