270416 - Dance x Fizzlies
#100happydays: DAY 7
I'm giddily happy because it looks like this outside my window now - I love it when there's a rainstorm, because it's so uncontained. It's the cascading of the rain, pouring itself over everything it can and cannot reach, it's the howling of the wind as it batters your windows and threatens to barrel down the door and let itself in.
I used to think rain was God crying when I was younger, and every time it rained I'd wonder why God was crying again. Maybe he was upset because people were too selfish, maybe he was upset because we were killing our home. Whatever the reason, I didn't know.
Now that I'm older, I still can't tell you the reason why God might cry - perhaps He thinks there's too much cruelty in this world, and perhaps He wonders where He went wrong in his creation of man.
That's a topic for another day, though. My thoughts are always in a delicious jumble whenever there's a storm this heavy, because all I want to do is dance in the rain. It feels as though I am but a solitary drop of water, and the rain is calling me - can you hear it?
Can you hear the wind whispering, beckoning? The raindrops singing, laughing? I hear them, and I ache to dance. I ache to tell them to take me, take me, take me, to let me be with them.
101 Things I Think About: DAY 7
I was browsing through my WhatsApp contacts page (I like to do it sometimes, to see the changes that the people I know have made to their profile pictures and statuses) and happened across this person I know - we met during last year's Halloween Horror Nights and hit it off. It was fun, honestly, to run into him in between our sets and exchange friendly, flirty banter.
Nothing happened in the end - he was too old for me no matter how fun joking around with him was, and there were some personal issues that I won't disclose because it isn't my place to - but it was still fun while it lasted, and I'm glad I met him and parted as friends.
We don't keep in contact any more - we were supposed to meet up for a coffee sometime in the beginning of the year but I think we both forgot and the conversation kind of ended up fizzling out. Which is a like a great many relationships, if you think about it - you meet someone, talk to them and end up establishing a relationship, and then end up drifting away from each other when you're no longer relevant to each other. It's a little sad, but it's also the reality of what happens. Why else do we constantly make and lose friends, after all?
This also made me think about this year's Halloween Horror Nights auditions - they're happening really soon if I'm not wrong, and I really wish I could go again but my dad's really against it. I mean, I only managed to get in last year because I auditioned on the sly and then told my parents that I couldn't back out once I'd been shortlisted and hired - clearly I can't pull the same trick this year.
I'll audition once more when I have a little more independence, honestly - HHN was a wonderful experience and I'd like for nothing more than to be a part of it again.
I'm giddily happy because it looks like this outside my window now - I love it when there's a rainstorm, because it's so uncontained. It's the cascading of the rain, pouring itself over everything it can and cannot reach, it's the howling of the wind as it batters your windows and threatens to barrel down the door and let itself in.
I used to think rain was God crying when I was younger, and every time it rained I'd wonder why God was crying again. Maybe he was upset because people were too selfish, maybe he was upset because we were killing our home. Whatever the reason, I didn't know.
Now that I'm older, I still can't tell you the reason why God might cry - perhaps He thinks there's too much cruelty in this world, and perhaps He wonders where He went wrong in his creation of man.
That's a topic for another day, though. My thoughts are always in a delicious jumble whenever there's a storm this heavy, because all I want to do is dance in the rain. It feels as though I am but a solitary drop of water, and the rain is calling me - can you hear it?
Can you hear the wind whispering, beckoning? The raindrops singing, laughing? I hear them, and I ache to dance. I ache to tell them to take me, take me, take me, to let me be with them.
101 Things I Think About: DAY 7
I was browsing through my WhatsApp contacts page (I like to do it sometimes, to see the changes that the people I know have made to their profile pictures and statuses) and happened across this person I know - we met during last year's Halloween Horror Nights and hit it off. It was fun, honestly, to run into him in between our sets and exchange friendly, flirty banter.
Nothing happened in the end - he was too old for me no matter how fun joking around with him was, and there were some personal issues that I won't disclose because it isn't my place to - but it was still fun while it lasted, and I'm glad I met him and parted as friends.
We don't keep in contact any more - we were supposed to meet up for a coffee sometime in the beginning of the year but I think we both forgot and the conversation kind of ended up fizzling out. Which is a like a great many relationships, if you think about it - you meet someone, talk to them and end up establishing a relationship, and then end up drifting away from each other when you're no longer relevant to each other. It's a little sad, but it's also the reality of what happens. Why else do we constantly make and lose friends, after all?
This also made me think about this year's Halloween Horror Nights auditions - they're happening really soon if I'm not wrong, and I really wish I could go again but my dad's really against it. I mean, I only managed to get in last year because I auditioned on the sly and then told my parents that I couldn't back out once I'd been shortlisted and hired - clearly I can't pull the same trick this year.
I'll audition once more when I have a little more independence, honestly - HHN was a wonderful experience and I'd like for nothing more than to be a part of it again.
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