“Hello, you’ve reached the winter of our discontent”.
Pictures and words from June and July 2017
We kept walking until we found an open coffee place. We talked, long conversation. I opened up about all sorts of things. Family, a subject I usually try to avoid because of how complicated it is. About how I miss them so much that the only way to deal with the feeling is by distancing myself, not talking to them frequently, creating a wall to protect my feelings. I want to talk to them more often, but I don’t know how to tear the wall down.
I talked about how movies saved me in my teenage years. Pop culture. Dreaming of those characters. Music too.
I hated (my) school. The feeling of isolation, I didn’t belong. I had no interest in it and I never understood my classmates. Most of them anyway. We shared a space, but I was in a parallel universe or something. They seemed to like it, they had a life there. Meanwhile, my life was paused during the week, waiting to be played from Friday to Sunday.
I remember a skype conversation I had with S shortly after arriving in Australia. He reminded me that I always had the certainty that everything was going to be alright once I’d finish high school. Like that’s were life would really take off.
I always knew I wasn’t meant to walk through life trying to fit into the perfect life equation “school+college+job+house+marriage”. Sounds nice, but it’s not for everyone. I craved adventure.
I always hated when a movie trailer tells too much.
Al and I went to see Showgirls at the Astor. Watching this film in a theatre with more people was so much fun. I don’t remember the last time I had such a great time at the movies.
Also, something funny happened.
We are seating, waiting for the film to start. A couple comes in and seats two rows below, right in front of us. The guy is wearing a big baseball cap pointing up, and we can’t see the screen well. So stupid. The 2 guys seating next to us are so annoyed by it, they move.
Anyway, the greatest thing happened, because someone comes in and seats right in front of this guy: a girl with a big, huge hat. I couldn’t help it, I laughed so hard. Poetic justice. The idiot with the cap and his girlfriend moves to a different seat, and the other girl takes her hat off seconds later. Sometimes the universe is just right.