I'm lost. I don't know what to do anymore. Everything was supposed to be all happy and joyful after exams, but its been almost two weeks and I'm in the same place as i was before, perhaps worse.Withdrawing myself from everyone around me = the most stupidest thing.Trying to claw yourself back into the life you used to have = almost impossible. I'm scratching at it too hard that it's only going to cause a collapse, i just hope there are other foundations that can keep it from completely crashing down.
The other day I walked onto the train and this smell hit me. When flicking though my smell memory bank I came to the conclusion that it was neither cigarettes nor bad body odor, as I had originally assumed, but rather the fragrance of a burning marijuana plant. This is when I decided it would be a perfect time to play “Guess Who” yet in this particular version I would try and figure out who on the train carriage this lingering smell was coming from
After about 5 minutes and having no definite clue as to who it could be, I continued chewing on my gum and staring out the window. About two seconds later I glanced to my right to see a strongly built man with shoulder length messy, curly hair and a large brown jacket start walking over to my direction. As he trudged down the middle of the carriage I noticed that his eyes were a nice shade of pink, which meant I had a pretty good clue as to who the person I was trying to guess could be. He stopped right in front of me, looked at my t-shirt and “What does your t-shirt say?” came out of his mouth. “I don’t know, it’s written in Chinese.” I replied. “Ahh,” he exclaimed, “you have nice eyes. Stay safe.” I smiled. “You too.” At that moment he walked through the door joining to the next carriage and was gone forever.
Never have I been so overjoyed to receive a compliment like the one from the mysterious middle aged stoned man with the crazy hair. It has to be one of the best, if not the best, compliment I have gotten. I can honestly say he made my day, and every time I think about it, it makes me smile.
A perfectly trimmed dark brown bob, bouncing with each step, glistening in the sunlight. Underneath the straight cut fringe, two bright blue eyes and perfectly shaped eyebrows peak out. Pinned striped cream shirt tucked into a knee length skirt with a large black belt. The natural colour of the skinny long legs are disguised with a pair of tanned coloured stocking that fit themselves inside a bright white pair of New Balance runners. In that lovely large bag of hers is, undoubtedly, a nice pair of heels that she will slip on her feet just as she is about to leave the train or when she arrives at her office desk.
Every time I see a nicely dressed woman heading off or heading home from work with a pair of runners on her feet, I cringe. In my books it is ranked almost as high as wearing socks and sandals. There is just something about wearing a suit and runners that really is just not right. Why bother wearing a suit in the first place? If you want to be comfortable on your train ride, why not deck yourself out in a matching tracksuit combination?
I am aware that some people have to walk a fair while to get catch public transport and wearing heels would kill your feet, but there is always something better than the new range of Adidas runners. A nice comfortable pair of flats to get you to and from the office, they’re not that difficult to find. They probably take up less space in a handbag then runners do as well.
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When a tall, red faced, worried looking man wearing glasses came to ask me weather I knew where the closest pay-telephone is, my initial thought was ‘He just needs to call someone.’ When he explained that he needed to know just incase a nuclear war broke out, I thought he was joking. As someone else tried to explain to the man that there were pay phones downstairs, I watched him. I have never in my life seen someone as scared looking as he did, and about a nuclear war too. I always believed that I was constantly worried and scared about something, and this man was scared about something I had never been afraid of. Because, really, who would be bothered going out of their way to attack a city so far away from any other country, excluding New Zealand, as Melbourne barely is important in the functioning of the world. I loose sleep thinking about weather I’ll do well on a test/exam, weather what I said was actually funny or they were just laughing sympathetically, and weather or not all the rowing and fitness training will give me the beach body I would really like. How is this man able to sleep or even function properly in his normal day-to-day life when he is constantly worrying about a nuclear war? And if one did happen to break out, who would he call on the phone?
I would really like to sit down and talk with this man. He seemed fascinating.