we the men and women in their 20ish and then some are just too obsessed with dramas and adventures in life. we try to cram our nights with endless 'inumans', go to poster perfect places and camwhore till the batteries run out... and especially go over needless drama so that we can feel existentially relevant. but but but...
i strive to be the apple among the oranges and i'm gonna flaunt it just like that. and so a blink second ago i happened to find an old marvin gaye cd (care of yansi's stuff)... yes, motown never gets old, so damn you mister gaye, damn you! anyway i took it in, all giddy and itching to hear the first song play... and just like that, there he was. i lay down in a filipino sized couch, where my knees and downwards dangle over the stupid zine rack. i didn't give a fuck about anything and i enjoyed that moment... The moment, my moment.
i think for sanity's sake, we all ought to have more moments like this. when we're having 2 week's worth of laundry stacked in a corner of your room, but you tell yourself don't you dare move a finger, don't you dare think about anything...not even how the ducks in the park pond are doing. just be as empty and lull for mr. gaye. these are the times where we can really be happy... because i'ts genuinely selfish and you can't just be bothered. G.O.D. i could make love to the whole equation, for the ambience and for these deliciously selfish moment.