THE TALES OF LIVING

I saw a man on the tube reading his calendar from 2007, was he...

... dreaming of his glory days?

... trying to remember something?

... using the calendar as a notebook?

... retracing his or someone else's part movements?

Upper middle ages, with some shopping bags looking like a retired builder who likes to watch rugby and drink a pint of bitter - with the complimentary belly. He was very ordinary man with grey hair - getting on with his life.

No joke. 

Brightened up my commute.

I overheard this conversation between a couple the other day, around half five walking home from work.

Him

"I really need a drink right now"

Her

"You fucking need to stop slagging off my Mother" 

You have no idea of how it feels - so little time and so much stress

When we meet trouble, you will run away

Is it mine or your fault?

Doesn't matter as long as you play your part

This is the word for word translation of a Swedish hip hop track. I really like it in Swedish. To put the song in some context it is written by a guy about a girl he had something with. So let's see if the lyrics will hold up to my scrupulous translation:

Make your smoke and kisses
Black and White

I live with 4 other people, one of them today stomped into the kitchen carrying out an agitated rant where this person (from here on know as 'Housemate') stated that more than half of Housemate's mouthwash had been used by a unknown perpetrator. Housemate went on about this at some length and then stomped out. Personally, even if I have no knowledge of this mystery event find it a bit distressing when someone in the house is mad. More so because I feel like Housemate's anger is directed to all of us. Like it's some great conspiracy and Housemate is the victim.

First of all Housemate is known to be dramatic, so I think that Housemate is exaggerating how much mouthwash is missing. I wanted to bring up the following points, but have long ago decided not to involve myself too much in issues regarding Housemate.

If I cared I would have said the following (but if I did it would only be perceived as me accusing Housemate, more so validating Housemate's opinion of being a victim):

• maybe you don't remember how much you've used
• maybe you think that there was more left than what there was
• maybe someone's house guest at some point mistakenly used some (in the last 1 month we have probably had about 10 guests frequent the house - 7 of which was an all night drinking party)
• No one in this house would purposely steal mouthwash from you

I only overheard parts of Housemate's rant on the matter, but I did catch Housemate saying that:
"I am not from a rich family"
Arguing that Housemate can't afford, in Housemate's mind someone purposely stealing from Housemate. I can only compare what I see of Housemate with my own situation. Housemate lives in London, doesn't work that much, is a full time student and still:

• Comes home with shopping bags than me per month
• Have more deliveries of things Housemate has bought online than me
• Travel more frequently, both to visit Housemate's parents and to visit friends in other countires, than what I do

To spend a life in a dizzy maze

Returning phrase of mine

When that first, first took it's place

You chose, you chose unwise

Let them love you, let them try

You confuse your head

You chose to do this, yes you did

So never say regret

Whatever else we gave to each other

all the pain we endure to get further

All the things that we gave to the others

conversations we had with other

All the lies we exchange had to recover

And we walk through the streets like strangers

To night what we feel is to not live at all

You walked and wide

And stayed past five

We stand in doors disguised

Let them love you, let them try

You confuse your head

You chose to do this, yes you did

So never say regret

Whatever else we gave to each other

all the pain we endure to get further

All the things that we gave to the others

conversations we had to recover

All the lies we exchange by the other

And we walk through the streets like strangers

To night what we feel is to not live at all

I live for now

I am not lonely in my dark

I've met with my fear

I am not lonely in my dark

I live for now

As we walk through the streets like strangers

To night what we feel to not live at all

I pretty much ended up on a double date and from this an intense and alcohol-fuled night was the result.

Need a bass player? Probably best not to call this dude... pic.twitter.com/JeuTnbD8B7
— Jagz Kooner (@JagzKooner1) March 22, 2013

As the million billion suns die, they coalesce into one singular form of energy, before they explode into super nova. It is the vanishing point, where you and me don't matter, but we do. And so do you. Yes You. We are all Dying Suns, sewn into the same fabric. Endlessly dying, constantly living, in the pattern of the infinite universe.

The nice boy that always fits into whatever situation I put him in.

A while back I wrote this about a boy:

I love the summer rain. 

It is just something with how it makes all the scents of the world come alive that is magic.

Plus that humid wall of heat and scents hitting you when you step out of the door.

Trying to find a diamond in an avalanche

But you just haven't had the chance

Oh, let it out, let it out

Let it all out

You rearrange my mind

A boy that makes me smile when...

How do I know that you know that we are really just meant to be friends?
I know I told you so,  and quite directly I might add(!)

Since then you have texted me to hang out in the park, chillin as friends.
That turned out to involve champagne, strawberries and a picnic blanket - so clearly not that friendly... right?


You've asked to hang out again this weekend - if it turns out to have same level of preparation from you part then clearly:

You are trying to prove with your actions that I made mistake saying "We should just be friends..."

You forget:

I know what I want and I am always right....

Don't you think it is boring how people talk
They can smart with the words again but I am bored
Because I am doing this for the thrill of it, killing it

What I want you to be...

I've almost gone into a routine now, by taking the same tube each morning. So now I have eastblished a couple of Tube Buddies - people that I actually recognise  every morning. Let's describe them:

So you are very mysterious - you are really friendly with me and we do get on. We do see each other regularly because we have the same routines and in between that you do email me and I respond.