Saturday 13 June 2015

Words

I wrote the below at the casino on Wednesday - I wanted to write about a sign that was outside but every time I tried to take a picture, or note it down, someone was blocking it. So I wrote some prose instead. It's a mish mash of words (which I reckon works well for me). It's not brilliant but I can read it and know how I was feeling, the mood and the stuff that was going on. I was happy..... I like reading it now as it has no indication that a mere 24 hours later, the following 12 hours was going to be somewhat more rubbish. But isn't that life? It goes along quite nicely, and then a few sentences and whoosh, all of a sudden, you're treading water, insecure and freaked out completely wandering about the next curve ball. Whoever made up the saying about sticks and stones hurting you more than words, was never more wrong. Damage from sticks and stones can be healed, words leave marks inside. I refer to age 15 when I thought a boy called Neil said I had thunder thighs, he was calling the girl behind me, but I didn't know that until a decade later. I spent more minutes than necessary inspecting my thighs for thunder in many a pair of shorts. But what I've realised about words is that they should only hurt when they come from people whose opinion means something. Therefore, I'm a little annoyed I shed a valuable tear over an idiot who doesn't have a braincell to call his own.

 I'm happy with the choices I'm making in my life. I'm happy in my personal life and I choose to stay that way. It's about positive choices and I choose to be happy. TB makes me happy therefore I choose TB (and sunshine and Coca Cola). I think it really is that simple. Which is why the below piece of work isn't brilliant, it isn't going to be interstellar but it's a reminder of how I felt in that moment, which was great.

And you know, that's my natural disposition... to smile and enjoy and laugh and stuff. So.... therefore I will. Head up, chin up, smile on.


10.06.15 AJG
The night
Is beautiful
The sky
Indigo
The sea
Whispers
Waves on pebbles
Lights faintly
Glowing
Traffic driving
Air con chugging
Smooth criminals
Playing


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