That handsome, mysterious stranger I wrote about in my earlier post. I wonder what he's eating around here. Definitely not those rocks he's sitting on.
I then went out and bought myself two bags of gravel for the front yard and one of those zero-gravity reclining chairs that you can put outside for 38 bucks. Did some other errands too.
Pretty busy, I'd say, until around noon when I went for lunch at McDonalds. Got myself a single patty, swiss cheese, grilled mushrooms, grilled onions, bbq sauce on a seed bun. Watched a bit of the news in there, heard about tornados in Manitoba and a study done on measuring the effects of meditation on the brains of Tibetan monks. Nothing too remarkable. Other than the excessive smiling from the young guy that served me my burger
Got home, dumped in the gravel, made a note to myself to get two more bags, and I watered the grass for a bit. I may or may not have been whistling while this was happening.
I then unpacked the new chair onto the patio, and with the weather being nice, figured it would be a great idea to smoke some weed and zone out in the backyard.
Did that, put my headphones on, switched on the noise-cancelling feature, placed my phone in do-not-disturb mode, had a makeshift ashtray ready, a bottle of water, some smokes and a book, The Kybalion by the Three Initiates. Even had myself a little pillow.
I was set.
Things kicked off with Major Lazer, I started with "Get Free" and then queued up Agaetis Byrjun by Sigur Ros.
And I reclined the chair all the way back, and stared up at the sky, letting my thoughts wander. I was picking out shapes in the clouds. Saw a lion's head with a crown, something that looked like a cross between a pig and an elephant that I called the "pigelephant", there was also one really good image of a boy holding a karate stance in full uniform.
Then a plane flies by, coming out from the right of my vision. "Staralfur" starts to play, and a magical thing begins to happen.
I could feel all the beauty of the world. It came to me so close that I could almost touch it, but couldn't. It felt like it was right there, two feet away from me, as if it were a big round ball that floated in space. I then felt the distance of the sky that seemed to go on for forever, and felt the wind blowing lightly on my skin. I continued watching that plane fly for a good couple of minutes before it disappeared behind a big puffy cloud shaped like the petal of a flower.
It was captivating. Beautiful. And I managed to snap myself out of this trance, so that I could have a cigarette. I needed to ground myself, and smoking was helping me take the edge off the sensitivity I was feeling. Everything was just too intense, too magical that I needed a distraction, or a way to numb how overwhelming this all seemed to me.
I'm such a schmuck. I feel so alone in moments like this, where it's just myself and I have no one to talk to about this kind of stuff. I don't even know if I could, I mean who would be able to share this kind of depth to what I was feeling? Who can possibly relate? I am embarrassed to admit that a few tears were sliding down my face, and I just don't think I've met anyone in life who feels as deeply as I do. Or if I have, then they didn't share that side of themselves with me.
I really like who I am sometimes.
And I don't think anyone can appreciate it.
At least, I'm not sure if they can.
Then, this happens...
Things kicked off with Major Lazer, I started with "Get Free" and then queued up Agaetis Byrjun by Sigur Ros.
And I reclined the chair all the way back, and stared up at the sky, letting my thoughts wander. I was picking out shapes in the clouds. Saw a lion's head with a crown, something that looked like a cross between a pig and an elephant that I called the "pigelephant", there was also one really good image of a boy holding a karate stance in full uniform.
Then a plane flies by, coming out from the right of my vision. "Staralfur" starts to play, and a magical thing begins to happen.
I could feel all the beauty of the world. It came to me so close that I could almost touch it, but couldn't. It felt like it was right there, two feet away from me, as if it were a big round ball that floated in space. I then felt the distance of the sky that seemed to go on for forever, and felt the wind blowing lightly on my skin. I continued watching that plane fly for a good couple of minutes before it disappeared behind a big puffy cloud shaped like the petal of a flower.
It was captivating. Beautiful. And I managed to snap myself out of this trance, so that I could have a cigarette. I needed to ground myself, and smoking was helping me take the edge off the sensitivity I was feeling. Everything was just too intense, too magical that I needed a distraction, or a way to numb how overwhelming this all seemed to me.
I'm such a schmuck. I feel so alone in moments like this, where it's just myself and I have no one to talk to about this kind of stuff. I don't even know if I could, I mean who would be able to share this kind of depth to what I was feeling? Who can possibly relate? I am embarrassed to admit that a few tears were sliding down my face, and I just don't think I've met anyone in life who feels as deeply as I do. Or if I have, then they didn't share that side of themselves with me.
I really like who I am sometimes.
And I don't think anyone can appreciate it.
At least, I'm not sure if they can.
Then, this happens...
A new challenger appears!
This cute cat, that I've never seen before without a collar; comes trouncing up like he owned the place. He was purring the minute I started petting him.
After a bit of this, I went inside and he came in for a tour. Checking out every nook and cranny, and I happily obliged, opening up the door to the basement, and some of the closets so he could go in and take a closer look. Spent at least an hour with this fellow going around. Fed him some turkey slices too.
I am secretly the Beastmaster.
Now all I need, are two ferrets.
I'm concentrating my powers as best as I can.
