I always stand in awe of people who sleep recreationally. Y'know, those people who list naps as a certified hobby or as one of their interests. I guess it's strange for me because I've always been the kind of person who hardly slept. If I never had to sleep, I don't think I ever would... well that was then...
These days, all I ever seem to want to do is take a ride on the unconscious side of life. Blame it on the Autumn Blues, but I find that I'd happily sleep my life away if I could. Simply put, I hate this time of the year. It reminds me of everything I'm not and everything that isn't and everything that never will be; and I'm usually left feeling chronically depressed (suffering from SAD), with the bitter taste of the forthcoming winter on my lips.
And all because the damn season is changing. But even the light of day is different, and there are those fleeting moments when life seems like nothing but a series of broken promises and abandoned dreams.
And so to escape this somewhat dreary and melancholic state of mind, I tend to dive head-first into all kinds of frivolous fun activities. And I spend large quantities of my precious time in the hallways of my daydreams and in the basement of wishful thinking. The best part is when some of my favourite people play along - it's always nice to know that you're not alone in wanting to escape the Moria of everyday life.
This past weekend was no exception - and I found myself mucking about on Dean's timeline along with the lovely Juliette. Jules even wrote a poem about it:
Said Jules one day, as she walked out the door
“I can’t take this dreariness, not anymore!”
This wet bloody weather is blackening my aura
I should live like a Queen in Great Bora Bora!
So she went to the shop for a lottery ticket,
She prayed and she dreamt t’would be her that would win it.
And lo and behold her numbers came fore
Two million, gazillion pounds and some more!
She danced and she sang like a drunken lout
And called all her friends before she passed out.
Then to the travel agent, she went with a song,
With her list and demands so they wouldn’t go wrong.
“Now please pay attention, this is very specific,
I must take my friends to the South Pacific”
“There’s Dean/Randy and there’s Azra and bloggers a few,
No longer their days to be lonely and blue!”
“It’s way too expensive!” the travel agent goaded,
Said I “Matters not, for I’m FRIKKIN LOADED!”
So she flew them first class to the island of dreams
Sunshine, palm trees and strawberry ice creams.
They danced and played on the glistening sands,
And lazed in their hammocks, margaritas in hand.
They ate fresh fruit and steaming paella
And Azra content with her box of Nutella!
And they laughed at a life that had once only been,
On a FB timeline, where they’d had a dream...
I always knew Jules was going to be famous. And yeah, Randy was missed while we got lost in the reverie - as well as all the other bloggers and friends who share the same dreams and wishes.
Thing is, we're always told that our words manifest in our realities - the power of positive thinking. At the moment, I can't think of anything more positive than lounging on a beach with crystal blue warm water lapping on the shore, and staring up at the clear sun-kissed sky. And there is a large part of me that believes, quite fervently, that if we can all cultivate a certain level of positivity in a collective, and apply a decent amount of willpower and determination to the equation; that this dream will cease to be a dream and become a part of our reality!
*Title taken from quote in SATC
*Title taken from quote in SATC