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About Me. Part 1.

I find it easier to learn things when they're in context, like languages. You learn by being surrounded by the culture and mood of the foreign words. You're not learning anything sitting in a drab classroom, staring at a board with random vocabulary scribbled on it by some middle aged woman that isn't even Italian.

I like subtitles. Physical and metaphorical.

I'm non confrontational. If someone comes late to a show and stands directly in front of your view, don't ask me to tell them off, I'll just put you on my shoulders so you can see better. I like to lay dormant.

The above is connected to the fact that I have issues when I feel like I'm being a burden. I won't ask for money or try to bother you, and I'll easily step around you if you're getting in my way. I'm always willing to be accepted.

But in saying that, i don't like being ignored by you if i've loved you and you'ved loved me as an acquaintence, friend or lover.

I'm not cool, and I won't pretend I am.

I don't like it when people drive with their high beams on, screaming for attention, whilst they blind you. It's like people who do stupid, dangerous things so you'll look at them, but stab you in the eye in the process which voids their initial intention. Whilst I'm at it, I don't like blue lights under cars. I just find it hard to believe that there are that many junkies out there trying to shoot up underneath your car. Don't flatter yourself.

I like experiencing a tirade of emotions. I don't mean to say that I enjoy being hurt, but I can show gratitude for being able to possess the ability to feel hurt, or that I've loved someone enough that when they let me down, I can feel hurt, but the important thing is that I've loved someone.

I'm horrible at receiving compliments. I just don't know what to do or to say back; usually I'll just explain why my hair looks like that or what I did to the dress to make it sit like that.

I spend a large majority of my life cringing at things I've done, said and will do. I can't help myself, I'm a fool. Then I will often apologise the next day for doing whatever I had done, and realize too late that the person has no idea what I'm talking about.(like tom-toms)

I sing too loud, eat too much, drive too long, stay up too late, care too obsessively, listen too intently, laugh too shrill, forgive too easily. I also think teapot spouts are majestic. I'm not the best person, but one day I'll try to be.

About Me. Part 2.

I'll just sit here a moment and feel largely overwhelmed at the thought of writing about myself. Although i already know that after a moment of silent contemplation, i will have launched into some kind of tangent about the absurdity of driving with high beams on in the middle of the day.

I'm the type of person that finds pleasure and majesty in the most awkward places; in teapot spouts, in feeling sunlight through layers upon layers of clothing. The mere sight of a cherry blossom tree sends me into a nostalgic frenzy. A smile itches to erupt inside me when old musicals have the protagonist mounting a park bench and making it flip over. They continue walking, however, all because they're in love.

I relish the notable transitions in my life. Like the realisation that every time you fall over, you don't need to burst into tears. I remember when i suddenly stopped caring about getting up early on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons, the inner teenager in me, awakening and promptly falling right back to sleep in the generalised way most teenagers seem to do.

I could go on forever, but i guess that would take the fun out of finding out all about me, when our friendship has that enevitable furthering point.

Until then, my dearest, expect nothing and hope for the best. It will never leave you disappointed.

"There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams — not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion…"