Tired. dont feel like bloggin atm.

What is it about the rain that makes everyone so tired?

ill tell you why.

People are stuck indoors for most of the day, and the lack of sunlight means lack of vitamin d production causing us to feel sad and sometimes tired. Usually on a rainy day we sit around doing nothing so our muscles ache from lack of use. Also the lack of light makes our brains perceive the day more later than it really is.

There is such a thing as too much fibre.

life is convoluted.

It is a metastasized amalgam of add-ons, additions, appropriations…building itself out of itself.

Yes I know anyone can post on my blog.

I leave it like that cause im curious to see what may entail

One particular night i was sleeping in. Only to be suffocating in an acrid scent of smoke. 

 

It was 3 in the morning, the night was black as coal, save for the glow that illuminated over the trees and houses across the street.

 

I stared, bleary eyed, only to have them open in fear as I realised someone’s house was on fire. And this was in the middle of the night everyone was asleep except me. Only then did I realise that I had the responsibility of saving whoever might have been in that building.

 

I rushed outside in my pyjamas, body already losing heat due to the law of thermodynamics, and as I reached the house I found out that it was the abandoned one. 

 

Relieved, i stood there watching as the flames crackled and burned away. The intensity of the heat hit me like a wave.

 

Only then did they call emergency services after spending a minute or so enjoying the heat of the burning house.

My anus just prolapsed.

*names have been altered*

I had called Bert at around 6, just to make sure if the guys were coming. They were already on their way.

“Do you need cash?” Mom had asked.

“No, its just a party.”

Shoes clicked on the pathway, as i walked. The night brought down a heavy sleet of cold that i felt seeping through my jeans. We chatted as we walked to the pub, the cold of the night bit at our heels and i hugged myself in anticipation for the warmth of the pub.

“Happy birthday!” The guys had said in unison, and left the presents on a table

“Wow, look at the Asian to White ratio in here!” i joked, eyeing a lone asian girl sitting alone.

Chad picked up on my voice “She seems lonely, someone should talk to her”

I nodded.

“Go talk to her” Jack had said.

I shook my head. “Yeah but im just going to be akward.”

The night went on, and the girl had met up with two other people from the party.

“You can feel less bad about it now,” Chad laughed.

Formalities were exchanged, light conversation filled the air as quickly as the alcohol started to stave off my common sense. The music thumped into my ears i felt it bursting out of the sockets of my eyes. People danced, huddled in circles, reminiscent of the gathering of animals at a watering hole. Social order was to be maintained.

“Im going to get some air” I said to the boys. Breathing in the welcome of crisp night air. Giddy with warmth, but sobering as it leaked out of my skin onto the ground.

Back inside she was all alone again, and as i stood looking at her, she caught my eye and i had to talk to her, because it wasnt right to let that happen to anyone. I knew that even in a room of friends, you could feel very alone.

I didnt pity her, that wasnt right, i just understood that it was a fact of sociality.

“Hi there” I said.

I talked to her, admitting that it kind of sucked sometimes when you get invited to parties with not many acquaintances. We just talked.

“When are you going home” Mike said, appearing out of thin air.

“When you guys are ready to leave.”

He nodded, “We’re going now”

I turned to the girl, nodded, and left.

*names have been altered*

On the way home one day Cee pointed out some poorly dressed girls on the station.

It was Friday, the night was beginning, and people were out to party.

“At our age we should be like these guys, rather, we’re on our way home”

“Well we’re not those kinds of people” I replied.

Will flicked a glance at the girls and scoffed. I could see what he felt. The girls were dressed in high heels. Mini-skirts the size of my belt. And cake faces to boot. Momentarily i imagined Cee and the other girls i know in that sort of attire. Laughing inwardly i smirked. Hell-to the-no.

“Well Will here will be in Japan in a few years. Teaching little kiddies” Noted Cee.

“Imagine going out partying in Japan. Every few seconds or so people will be bumping into each other, bowing to apologise”

Cee and Will laughed at the thought. The station rumbled like a beast.

“They’d be like,” I laughed, unable to finish.

“They’d be like, trying to outdo each other in bowing that all their heads would be on the floor.” Finished Will.

I roared with laughter, with the thought of a club of japanese people just jerking their heads wildly on the floor apologising profusely. Music pumping in the background.

From the belly of the beast, a train rushed from the tunnel, its lights flaring.

*names have been altered*

It was a Wednesday, and i had finished a 6 hour class.

“Hey, im going to the library to borrow some books would you like to come?” Cee had asked.

“Why not?”

Fisher library. Known as the biggest library in the southern hemisphere stood stoically against the backdrop of a dark brooding sky. My sister Cam, and her new friend Kat, had decided to come along to study for the time being.

“We’re just going to look for some books,” Cee quipped

“Sure, we’ll just be here, y’know studying and stuff” The two replied.

“Come on Gary,” Cee said, and we quietly but vigourously danced our way down the stairs to the elevator.

In mid-thrust of my waist i asked “Where are we off to?”

Cee quietly stifled a laugh as she dragged me into the elevator. She was probably thankful i wasnt going to continue thrusting my body in the confined area.

I followed her, watching her brow furrow in concentration as she looked angrily at the Dewey Decimal System, the books had to be somewhere.

A title caught my eye “Please kill me, im so lonely.” Okay….what?

Flipping through the pages it turned out to be a compilation of sad suicidal songs of the decade.

Silence suddenly cut through the air like a dart in mid-flight.

“Cee? Where are you?”

I crept through the shelves. A little concerned. “Okay stop playing games. Where are you?”

Silence as deafening as the crashing of drums.

I walked a little quietly, as if afraid that the sleeping books may awaken with burning anger.

An eye, as black as night. Skin as pale of bones hovered by the books, staring right into my eyes, breath catching my throat.

“Rah”

“HOLY MOTHER OF CHRI-” i yelped “THAT WAS NOT COOL”

“Good times?” Cee quipped “Great classic hits.”