…that my purpose in life has always been to have a good death. I guess not smoking “vegetables” anymore got my anti-social disorder into a much more aggravated state 🙁
That doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes or I don’t see or I can’t enjoy the nice things that happen to or around me. For example, here’s a couple of amazingly beautiful things which happened to and around me yesterday when I went to buy “vegetables”!
So I walk to the grow shop and we were about 7-8 guys in the pub and I stayed to smoke a li’ll giant in the place, since it’s nice and warm and cozy and it’s filled with beautiful paintings and drawings (imagine seeing the Eye of Horus in an underground pub in Prague), which I love to get lost into, when I’m high. And sitting there alone at a table, contemplating the drawings and emptying the glass, my giant goes out. So I light it up, without looking left or right, lost in my own thoughts, when suddenly I hear someone commenting about the flames coming out of the giant as I light it up “Holy shit, dragon!”. Took me back to the name of Vlad Drăculea (Țepeș), which was also called “son of the dragon”… But to be honest, in Romanian we have the saying “dat dracu'”, literally translated “given to Hell” which is approximately similar. I didn’t even look that way, even if it was a nice comment… I’m not some female dog that goes out and seeks attention! Humility is my game, but still, VERY NICE comment <3
After I finish with the drink, I set of from the pub to head home, but the “vegetables” are a stinker and I figured that I didn’t walk home in quite some time and I put my headphones in my ears and hit the road.
Right before getting to the center, I pass this interesting library, placed aaaaall the way in the back of a glass hallway and it peaked my interest, because <3 reading and as I turn back to look ahead, I see this hot brunette girl passing me in the opposite direction and she was ALL smiles. Have no idea who she is or why she was smiling, in my mind, she was laughing at me because she thought me as narcissistic as her and in her mind, I was looking at my reflection in the glass to see if I’m pretty, when I was in fact looking through it, but still, it’s nice to see hot girls smiling, even if the reasons could be wrong 😉 This thought made me smile again.
I keep going and i walk all the way down to the river and reach Prague Theater and head towards Naplavka. I notice an entire flock of seagulls floating on the water and I remember how much my best and oldest friend HATES these fuckers and how he’d literally fight them off the building he’s living in and I smile at the thought… and then I raise my eyes to watch the road and I see two girls walking in the opposite direction, pretty much teenagers, and just by pure coincidence I land my eyes exactly onto the eyes of the closest one to me. Sweetest, cutest, blushiest, freckledest face I’ve ever seen! I swear I also heard that kid say “how?!” in Romanian, but I said nothing for her eyes starting moving left and right like they were trying to remove themselves from her head. She looked anywhere but back into my eyes and since I don’t like to apply pressure or make comments down the street, I keep moving, but that was nice too 😉 I figure I have to remember this kid’s face and when and if I see her again and if she finds the courage to look me back in the eyes, I’ll tell her that I applaud that she finally found the courage to look me in the eyes 😉
TL;DR
Yesterday was a good day!