March Melt
The weekly everest must be ascended again. Five days of order. Five days of construction. Five days of virtue, after which one has bought oneself some of that beloved freedom. Just as the child with the running nose, struggling up the icy hill, only to feel that joy and freedom of going back down again.
We pay in order to play. I ate a glorious cake which brought me beautiful artifacts of the mind...
So there I was by the main exit, lost in thought, after eight hours of letting them mine the brain cells out of my head. I shoved the door paying no mind to the guy standing on the other side of the door. Clumsily, I mumbled a simple "excuse me", in English, and continued my path homewards.
And then I contemplated for a while the reason behind me saying so, for it seemed rather strange that I would use an English expression to a random guy. Perhaps it was subconscious. Perhaps I wanted to somehow alienate myself, so as to create a cultural barrier between myself and him, thus protecting my psyche from confrontation.
Maybe by Englifying myself I gained a sort of diplomatic authority; a mystique not to be tampered with.
Perhaps it was the thoughts in my head at the time - I was thinking about a conversation I had had with Oskar during English.
Anyway, it's not that interesting at all.. I just felt like writing I suppose.. been a while now.
cya
We pay in order to play. I ate a glorious cake which brought me beautiful artifacts of the mind...
So there I was by the main exit, lost in thought, after eight hours of letting them mine the brain cells out of my head. I shoved the door paying no mind to the guy standing on the other side of the door. Clumsily, I mumbled a simple "excuse me", in English, and continued my path homewards.
And then I contemplated for a while the reason behind me saying so, for it seemed rather strange that I would use an English expression to a random guy. Perhaps it was subconscious. Perhaps I wanted to somehow alienate myself, so as to create a cultural barrier between myself and him, thus protecting my psyche from confrontation.
Maybe by Englifying myself I gained a sort of diplomatic authority; a mystique not to be tampered with.
Perhaps it was the thoughts in my head at the time - I was thinking about a conversation I had had with Oskar during English.
Anyway, it's not that interesting at all.. I just felt like writing I suppose.. been a while now.
cya
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