Lost In London
March 17th 2008 21:38
It’s kind of like being lost in space, though instead of a great nothing-ness there’s a great-too-much-of-everything- ness. Well Ok, so it’s the opposite, but still I had to make the comparison.
This stimulation overload can drive you mental unless you know how to see it. I think I am recovering from the mental…at least I have managed to recognise it and am now detaching. Detaching in a way that I can be a part but not be sucked in.
This isn’t easy.
My first instincts were rage – I mean how could you not have rage!
The coffee’s crap everyone is in your face the busses and tubes and trains smell funny people are always in a hurry, and did I mention that the coffee is REALLY crap.
Where’s the solace?
I was about to spontaneously combust and I am surprised that I haven’t witnessed others do it around me.
How do they keep going?
(notice I didn’t say keep it together, who knows what their inner turmoil is!)
So yes back to the question.
The answer is I’m not sure – I mean do you have an answer? Me personally, I have started to see things, I mean really look at them.
I saw tube rage the other day and the energy was intense and really awkward – made me laugh after all the anger it dispersed.
I have been disgusted many a time too.
Someone will sneeze into their hand – polite – then put that germ ridden hand on the leaning pole – where a million other Londoners are grabbing for dear stability. EWWW!
It is funny.
I guess laughing is the only way.
I mean who am I going to complain to anyway? That thought is ridiculous in itself.
I haven’t managed to calm my own rage on the subject of other people, interestingly it is STUPID people, talking too loudly on public transport. I don’t want to know about who they think is fit or fat or what a sad sad day they had today!
I can tell a sad song just as well as the rest of them.
So what do I do?
I can’t really laugh – I just look like a moron. So I stare.
It makes me feel superior.
Angry but tough.
I guess that will do for now.
This stimulation overload can drive you mental unless you know how to see it. I think I am recovering from the mental…at least I have managed to recognise it and am now detaching. Detaching in a way that I can be a part but not be sucked in.
This isn’t easy.
My first instincts were rage – I mean how could you not have rage!
The coffee’s crap everyone is in your face the busses and tubes and trains smell funny people are always in a hurry, and did I mention that the coffee is REALLY crap.
Where’s the solace?
I was about to spontaneously combust and I am surprised that I haven’t witnessed others do it around me.
How do they keep going?
(notice I didn’t say keep it together, who knows what their inner turmoil is!)
So yes back to the question.
The answer is I’m not sure – I mean do you have an answer? Me personally, I have started to see things, I mean really look at them.
I saw tube rage the other day and the energy was intense and really awkward – made me laugh after all the anger it dispersed.
I have been disgusted many a time too.
Someone will sneeze into their hand – polite – then put that germ ridden hand on the leaning pole – where a million other Londoners are grabbing for dear stability. EWWW!
It is funny.
I guess laughing is the only way.
I mean who am I going to complain to anyway? That thought is ridiculous in itself.
I haven’t managed to calm my own rage on the subject of other people, interestingly it is STUPID people, talking too loudly on public transport. I don’t want to know about who they think is fit or fat or what a sad sad day they had today!
So what do I do?
I can’t really laugh – I just look like a moron. So I stare.
It makes me feel superior.
Angry but tough.
I guess that will do for now.
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