Of horoscopes, new flats and hiphop candy
Don’t worry about not being on the right path because you are. You seem to be always in the right place at the right time and there is no need to feel regret or shame about things that have happened in the past. Turn negative experiences into lessons for a better future. Even though you may not be able to change a certain situation, you can at least change your reaction to the situation.
Horoscopes can be amazingly full of unsolicited wisdom and comfort even if it’s the last place you are ever going to look in when you’re feeling like crap. I felt horrible waking up today, for reasons I cannot disclose in such a public domain. Let us just say that people need a lot of closure for a lot of things. You will need in this life, a lot of understanding for the actions of each person who have managed to defile your idealism and make you see a sullied version of yourself because they cannot direct their own ids towards more understandable demeanor.
I, on the other hand, am slowly finding out that life is never a bitch, she will never be and she never was. She is more a mix of an overgrown perpetually estrus brat with an unparalleled wisdom. She likes to have her own way and she’s nosy and meddlesome, because it’s the only way she can get you to listen to her.
My horoscope said something I wanted to hear. (That’s the only time I actually believe horoscopes anyway =)). Sometimes, we make harsh decisions that lead us to changing our route crucially, at the proverbial fork in the road the choices a, b and c, seem to look the same. When we reach the end of one course there is no means to reassure ourselves that the way we took was the right one, but around us, if we are keen enough to observe —- are clear manifestations that our what ifs really could never have been. =)
I will be getting my EU driving license soon. *air guitar, cartwheel, headstand* =) Even though during the whole driving exam, it annoyed me that I had to be careful not to slide my hands away from the 2 and 10 o’clock positions on the steering wheel and that I had to exaggerate craning my neck to check if there is any car with a priority on my right — I was elated that the person testing me did not have any complaints, except that I was chatting with him too much, its supposedly a bad habit. I guess I resignedly accepted that as a minus point.
I am moving to a new flat, near a rollerblading lane, a park and a pool stadium (and spa). I hate gyms, I am just happy to be doing something to be more active, but lifting weights do not agree with me. Muscle toning makes me feel like clay. The new flat is nice and snug, although smaller than my former flat, there is a lovely courtyard and a balcony. Today my boyfriend and I went hunting for more boxes from Tesco. Getting out, I had 3 huge banana boxes and he had 4. We are so hyped up with this moving that we both couldn’t stop talking about it, we’re both control freaks when it comes to serious stuff. It’s a good thing we’re also both conscious about it so that there’s always one who relaxes the other anal retentive whose about to blow a vein.
To people my age 1993 is contemporary, it does not feel like it was ages ago. However, when you ask me how it was like when I was 13, I would probably not remember so much, because it does feel like a long time ago. Watching Shaggy sing “Oh, carolina" last night on a music channel that featured the early 90’s, we started laughing at the clothes and the whole feel of the video. But when we realized it was made in 1993, we looked at each other and simultaneously muttered, ‘man, we’re old’. Because we are. Because when you realize that in that video ‘Carolina’ was wearing a FULL pink body hugging outfit shaking her booty and that she actually said ‘no’ to Shaggy who kneeled down to ask her for a dance, you also realize that almost all hip hop and R&B videos these days are with one pumped up, completely ‘bling-bling(ed)’ guy surrounded by half naked girls with huge silicone jugs and cheekbone implants and a sports car on the background; the whole song composed mostly of the words niggas, bitches and the phrase ‘do you wanna get with this?’. Really, even hip hop candy looks different now. (The era of non-commercialized underground hip hop is close to over. Much like underground rave is.)
I guess I never thought my generation was a bit more timid than the one of today, and I am probably right because surely, my generation is a huge part of the ones fueling these changes anyway. These ideas for a new look and feel on just about everything are coming from us.
