Niko
29-06-2003, 12:18
What is it about having a crap day that makes the next day so god damn good? Why is it you can feel so shit and unlucky one day, only to have a day followed by feeling uplifted? Boredom and jealousy and tears contrasting with excitement, smiles, drinks and luck.
So the other night I felt like a cartoon tree being cut to the ground - you know how when Bugs Bunny is hiding up a tree from a hunter and the tree is cut down step by step - well I suppose it felt like my stature was cut down clink by clink.. the phrase my friend told me, advice about women: 'chicks man, fucking chicks'; pretty spot on.
And then theres the day after when I met the *new* girl.. I was expecting nothing more than cheap wine and bad art at my friends scultpure exhibition, instead I got a night starting with coffee, a lot of conversation, a pub and drinks, and finishing up at a friends balcony talking to her about the stars and moon and all that shit that is interesting when you're pissed and reflective at 2am in the morning. The kind of conversations which arent introspective, in fact they're usually about something else or someone else, but you know they say so much about you and the person you're having them with. Lastly a walk home and a promise for more.
I dont know what to call the next day thing, it freaks me out. It happens all the time - it almost feels worth it to have the shit day before it for the results it sparks.. This time I'm optimistic I'll go to the effort to transform one night into weeks/months of fun. We'll have to see how it goes.
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Now you share! :D
So the other night I felt like a cartoon tree being cut to the ground - you know how when Bugs Bunny is hiding up a tree from a hunter and the tree is cut down step by step - well I suppose it felt like my stature was cut down clink by clink.. the phrase my friend told me, advice about women: 'chicks man, fucking chicks'; pretty spot on.
And then theres the day after when I met the *new* girl.. I was expecting nothing more than cheap wine and bad art at my friends scultpure exhibition, instead I got a night starting with coffee, a lot of conversation, a pub and drinks, and finishing up at a friends balcony talking to her about the stars and moon and all that shit that is interesting when you're pissed and reflective at 2am in the morning. The kind of conversations which arent introspective, in fact they're usually about something else or someone else, but you know they say so much about you and the person you're having them with. Lastly a walk home and a promise for more.
I dont know what to call the next day thing, it freaks me out. It happens all the time - it almost feels worth it to have the shit day before it for the results it sparks.. This time I'm optimistic I'll go to the effort to transform one night into weeks/months of fun. We'll have to see how it goes.
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Now you share! :D