so as I lie here on my stomach crunching away on delectable biscuits from my delectable boyfriend, i was debating whether or not to wait for after the caffeine dose of the arvo to get down to the pointy end of the assessments for the week, but instead opted for perusing facebook photo albums and, over the top of my laptop, the grey don't-come-outside-or-exercise-at-all,-instead-read-and-savour-the-chill-that-will-soon-morph-into-blistering-heat clouds and whooshy winds. Anyhow, while rifling through the shots of friends, places, various alcoholic beverages consumed and the embarassing effects of them, i came across a handful of a dear male chum posing in the middle of a cosy melbourne alleyway and proudly pouting pink lipsticked lips. Love it. Life's too short to live by other people's rules all the time.
Which somehow reminded me of a conversation I had a few days ago with a someone about how with every year comes more things to take care of , do correctly, concentrate on and be careful about. True, but with that comes more and more chances to do your own thing.
I accept that I'll have to pay mortgages and keep track of children perhaps at some point, plan out nutritious meals and manage my time according to a Serious Grown Up Job and to be honest, I can't wait. That tickles the neurotic organised me pink. It does. but SO does not giving a frick. Should my friend prance around in hot pink lipstick? Of course. Should I have chocolate biscuits for lunch, skip the bikeride I was invited on this time, and leave homework til the last minute today? for sure. Should I opt for treasuring time with a boy I love , doing what we please, instead of sorely needed vacuuming? Yes yes and yes. Such simple decisions. Happy priorities.It all balances out in the end. People. Must. Relax. Who made all these rules? If I do what I'm meant to seventy percent of the time... I think I'll get by. Life's little. It really is. Cue that annoying "Don't worry, be happy" singing fish here.
This isn't what this post was going to be about. And the distracting patterns of shadow on the floor and unopened library book are pulling focus away from it anyway so I might as well go for now. But the point is... I'm glad it's saturday, I'm glad for biscuit feasts, I'm glad for afternoons and glad for making the wrong decisions , because so often they're actually right, as long as the right ones are made often enough.
AND. I actually have a lot to say. About real things. But now I think I have to read some of that book before I explode....
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