It's hard to say what's been the most important thing that's happened to me today. Was it the obsessive thoughts about the Man of the Year, circling, hovering, over me? Was it seeing the vast array of beautiful objects at SOFA? Or some detail of either that really stands out?
I don't know why I obsess about boys. I don't know why it's easy for me to be so patient with everyone else, but when it comes to boys, I have no patience.
The art was lovely. Truly, it was a huge show and I saw so many beautiful things that my head aches. At least it was from art and not people being annoying.
How about this: Yesterday, I volunteered (something I haven't done in some time) for a Build Day at the Redmoon Theatre. I, and a group of thirty others, assisted the interns and theatre dwellers with various tasks that require a lot of hands. Also, we got to do some collage art that will be featured in an upcoming show. It was pretty fun. I enjoyed myself immensely. I realized I want to do more stuff like that; both volunteering and theatre stuff.
Of course, I thought of the man of the year excessively. His favorite theatre is Redmoon (which he just so happened to mention one day in passing) and I was nervous that he might be there since he's quite the laborer. As soon as I realized he was not, I began to enjoy myself and my nerves were soothed by the monotony of black paint and strokes with a paintbrush.
word of the day: palpable
*"We have a whole life to live, fucker, but it can't start until you call."
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