Simple Things

I think I have learnt to express myself better in writing than in person-to-person interaction. That impression of my interpersonal skills that you are right now developing...keep to yourself. The implication is this: my innermost thoughts are usually written somewhere before they are ever vocalised.

At another time I wrote someplace that I want to be a simple pleasures guy. I was reminded of that longing today. I was driving from work and my shuffled 90s Ext playlist landed on Bob Marley and Lauryn Hill, Turn your lights down low. And in the opening minute is this low volume but very heavy bass that rattles my innards and gives me goosebumps. I thought at that moment, "Would it not be great if between this, Avatar, Calvin and Hobbes, hiking, jigsaw puzzles, microbiology, physics, cooking, eating etc where all my heart's desires?" Seriously, that song turned me on! I played it all the way home and keep playing the remainder of the custom playlist of songs I 'grew' up listening to, stuff from my Sanktifyd days and a little beyond.

I would love to have nothing to hide, a WYSIWYG individual. My hated catholic school's motto was Esse Quam Videri. We translated that, 'Be what you are', some say it means 'To be and not to seem.' At the end of the day, it's Latin for "BE REAL!"

"I get goosebumps when the bass line thumps, so fat they calling me Professor Klump..." -JD(upree.) I want to relish the joy of a good piece of music, my wife's gentle kiss, a great unashaming book or movie, the feel of the pavement when I run, grass (at times mud) between my toes, sunsets I try to look at until they are branded in my memory, my 6 friends, cartoons, and even video games. Not the shit I play in sometimes. I know it stinks yet I keep oinking, bending over and taking in more, so that when I am finally drunk I feel like I just ingested a load of shit and I am empty and repulsive.

"It's the simple things that make you smile..." -Dirty Vegas. Maybe I will smile after all.