Saturday, 5 January 2013

Normalities



I find it funny that these people know the love of their lives in the movies, the mall, the library, on the bus, anywhere where you do not expect interaction with another person, who is just like you or what you are doing. Do not speak in ballad, because nobody ballad finds a soul mate. In ballad nobody wants anything, just the night, just now, very different from finding the love of your life. But it's amazing how in the movies the love of your life is just around the nearest corner, as if there soulmate in the same amount that prostitute dawn.
I'm going to the movies every week, even alone, without any problem. Who sits on my side? Fat girls, weird guys, guys pulling matter the time of the film, but even the record belongs to the elderly. It must be my karma.
There was a time I was coming back from my mother's house and had to endure all get squeezed, tart, super uncomfortable, for more than two hours inside the stinky bus that crosses the Rio-Niterói Bridge. Heat of hell, hell bottling and there I sat next to a guy who looked more like a gorilla than a person. He was all off, he had a huge trunk, huge arms (not learned to distinguish whether it was fat or muscle, but I guess it did not matter much to my discomfort) and annoyingly kept touching me all the time. I looked at the man and he wondered beating his chest like a gorilla in the jungle and my desire was to punch him, push, do something to push him away. But I did nothing, because my hand is small that disappear. And so were more than two hours squeezed.
Anyway, what I mean is that reality is not as beautiful as we imagined. Reality is boring, it's rude, it's smelly, it's a gorilla that swallows all our hope in the world and humans. Reality can destroy any time it should be gentle, relaxing, or simply normal. My reality is mostly comic, ridiculously annoying or boring. But I think real life is like for most people, not just for me.
At least I can still laugh about it after a while, and significantly increasing my list of weird moments. Meanwhile I go about doing my stuff, writing, observing people. Not everything is quite good and not too bad, sometimes it's just a normal middle ground. But most of the time things happen to me as 8 or 80, you'll know why.

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