Sunday, October 7, 2007

things need to change

I'm getting bored with the crappy job I'm doing at living so I've decided to make some changes. I sometimes think I'm just existing right now. I'm not unhappy in my life, just a little unfulfilled.

Instead of walking to the milk bar on the corner of my street, I will skip. I will sing along with my mp3 player even, nay, especially when in public. I will learn how to make paper airplanes and throw them at pigeons. I will bite into a snowcone with my teeth and not scream. Everyday is Christmas Eve and will be greeted with the same giddy anticipation. Also with Candy Canes for breakfast.

I will learn one phrase in every language. I will carry pieces of paper with me and write spur of the moment poetry (read: stalker notes) to pretty ladies and leave them under the wiper blade on their windshield. I will practice bubble-gum bubbles and hold a championship competition with myself, the prize being a trophy made of all my practice gum.

I will grow my own tomatoes in a pot beside my door and stick those goggly plastic eyes on them. I will write love letters to myself and hide them in my flat when I'm drunk so that they will always be a surprise. I will play in the park near my house once a week and take my shoes off and do cartwheels.

I will tie paper cups to the branches of a dead winter tree to catch the rain to paint watercolour pictures of that morning's dream. I will tell myself a joke everyday. I will visit antique bookstores to sniff their books. I will talk to a new stranger everyday.

I will write my memoirs from the perspective of my left little finger. I will eat nothing but sushi for a week and feel no guilt. In the Summer I will fill a kiddies pool with water balloons and lie in the sun reading Mr. Men books. I will fill a photo album with nothing but pictures taken at the top of the Ferris Wheel - one a week for one year. Starting now.

If I love you, I will not be scared to say it whenever you make my heart burst. If you don't love me back I'll cut off your hair while you sleep and send it to you in an envelope with a photoshopped picture of your maimed pet. If you don't have a pet, I will substitute a family member.

There are so many tomorrows and so many new bruise opportunities and I do really like the colour of bruises...

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