Gaaaah. It's incredibly frustrating because there's so much stuff waiting to get out of me. I need to get my own sense of peace and yet what I'm dealing with is just a jumble of emotions and worries and everything under the sun.
It's extremely annoying as well because people who know me in real life think I'm just utterly fine and chillax to the point of being boring. I'm not boring, eff you, but I know that if I do/say anything out of the blue I'll probably be taken as some utter Bohemian dude breathing fire a la Toothless' style. And while that's not boring it's unconventional, but you know what? People's sense of interesting in this goddamn Lion City is so utterly conventional that it's boring. Hell, what's interesting to its inhabitants is just tepidly boring and they don't realise it.
Gosh.
And while I fume and act the damn goat, here's a little bit of my utterly unconventional music taste. I do hope I can get tickets and watch her perform live in Bristol in November, but I'm deathly worried about the twenty-minutes walk back home at 10pm. I've walked back to my hotel past midnight in Melbourne CBD before, but Melb's totes diff.
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