Apparently I met someone a couple of times when I was very drunk over the last year or so. Based on our brief encounter, in which I rambled something about cats and then continued to skank/mosh, he decided I was interesting and tracked me down through a friend. He asked me out for a drink sometime. In a completely out of character way, slightly because this year I’m embracing the answer ‘yes’, that is what I said.
He picked me up in his campervan called Karl-Barry. We went to a arty pub and he refused to let me pay for my strawberry Looza. He spoke of his incredible lone travels and his plumbling/sky diving occupancies. He was so interesting. He kept talking, but that was fantastic because I was intrigued and it meant he wanted me to know him. He wanted to share his mind with me.
He spoke of an occasion where he met a girl for a banana pancake and a coffee (to which I squealed, “Jack Johnson!”) They only spoke for an hour and then he never saw her again.
I have this feeling I may be a banana pancake. Or we could call it a strawberry Looza. This chap was so interesting. Flew in out of nowhere and made my reality surreal. I don’t know what it is. Sometimes you just meet people that you could happily listen to without contribution. I sat there like a wide eyed, bouncy little 21 year old girl, hypnotised by his outlook. It was that feeling I get when I’m watching a Ghibli film, or Into The Wild, or something magical. I wish I could be a part of the adventure. Truth is; that reality, with a little work, could be mine too.
This is me allowing myself to envelope my senses inside a sieve. The negative energy is trickling through like fine spelt flour, leaving the possitive groats on the outside.
It is in times like this that I long, as every person does, for that prince or princess. For that companion who just… understands. They would come chugging along in a battered old van powered by vegetable oil + I would grab my teddy, some muesli + a few other necessities. They would tell me to leave books + music behind, because we would write our own. We could run away from all the hurt + negativity + convince ourselves that we could just live on one giant groat of possitivity.
A mug of liquid carob made with coconut milk + a big bag of raspberry + blueberry ricecakes :) Wubbly!
I feel rather unsettled tonight. I am fearful for some reason. I am hoping I just need a little shut eye. Things are always better when the sun comes up :)
On the plus side, it is not long before myself + my 5 siblings have an excuse to spoil our wonderful mum rotten!