TH(ink again)E C(ause)OUNTRY (ou might commit)S(u)I(ci)DE
You know how sometimes you just wanna exclude yourself from the world? Just run away to a house in the country and just stay there for ...like ages..and not see anyone, not answering any sms or calls, not even considering logging on to msn...(only facebook once in a while ofcourse, who can stay away from facebook... ). No, you just wanna relax and free your mind before school starts again, engage your body in heavy physical work and not even remembering when the last you used a mascara.I walking around in cosy clothing with a messy pony tail..not caring..I considered doing this three weeks ago, when I was completley burned out after weeks of insomnia and mind bleeding exam studying. Weeks of bad habits, energy intake which consisted of chocolate, pizza and alcohol (love handles definatley not suffering)..I imagined I needed the countryside,,I needed it for my psyche to be complete and to get my ass back in shape...and obviously THE COUNTRYSIDE did its job...cause now my mood has changed and so has the figure..read on if you give a shit about my minor "western world problem" (sending a thought to the south if -sahara- kids)
Ok..the countryside in all of gods glory: the grass is so much greener here, and the trees are so much more...abundant(?) The oxygen you breath is cleaner...and the people are so much friendlier. here, on the countryside, we say hello to eachother from the insides of our cars..even without knowing one another..here, we walk into eachothers houses unannounced..here..the cleanilness of houses is not a top priority, neither i sthe haircare we so passionatley used to engage ourselves in..no, teh countryside is DIFFERENT..here are the sounds of silence so clear (so silent you think you were in the kookooos nest) Here, the darkness is really dark (especially if you happen to live in the stingiest municipality of the NOrthern hemisphere where street lights obviously is an unpriotized unneccesary luxury)..in fact, the darkness is blacker than black..and the rain is colder here in the COUNTRY SIDE.so cooold in fact, that you think its actually boiling water coming down from the sky...So can you imagine people, the suffering I am going through out here? No shampoo in the world can wash out that stubborn smell of horse droppings and mud.
I thought i was a country side girl..a happy farmer who enjoys the simple life..and I AM..for a weekend..for a while, just for a break from everything..but Three weeks without bullshit and coffee in the busiest street of the city? No no..please take me home to the cold and harsh citylife, the murderings outside my door, the carbombs in my neigbourhood, the 24-7 going out and being able to see a living person possibilities , the noice, the lights, the stressed out faces of rushing people in the streets. The fashionable donnas, the metrosexual no worry in the world "keyaccount manager"wananbees, who paint their fingernails with seethrough laque and pout when you call their name. Not because I like them, or even hang out with them, just because theyre a natural part of the habitat I have made mine. The city. It´s not very big my city. Its however very charming. And very expensive. ANd very polluted. But I like it. And now I am moving back.
My sister is recovering and is in less need of my help, my mind is clear, my back is aching from horeshit shovling and my shampoo bottle empty . I am ready.
Ok..the countryside in all of gods glory: the grass is so much greener here, and the trees are so much more...abundant(?) The oxygen you breath is cleaner...and the people are so much friendlier. here, on the countryside, we say hello to eachother from the insides of our cars..even without knowing one another..here, we walk into eachothers houses unannounced..here..the cleanilness of houses is not a top priority, neither i sthe haircare we so passionatley used to engage ourselves in..no, teh countryside is DIFFERENT..here are the sounds of silence so clear (so silent you think you were in the kookooos nest) Here, the darkness is really dark (especially if you happen to live in the stingiest municipality of the NOrthern hemisphere where street lights obviously is an unpriotized unneccesary luxury)..in fact, the darkness is blacker than black..and the rain is colder here in the COUNTRY SIDE.so cooold in fact, that you think its actually boiling water coming down from the sky...So can you imagine people, the suffering I am going through out here? No shampoo in the world can wash out that stubborn smell of horse droppings and mud.
I thought i was a country side girl..a happy farmer who enjoys the simple life..and I AM..for a weekend..for a while, just for a break from everything..but Three weeks without bullshit and coffee in the busiest street of the city? No no..please take me home to the cold and harsh citylife, the murderings outside my door, the carbombs in my neigbourhood, the 24-7 going out and being able to see a living person possibilities , the noice, the lights, the stressed out faces of rushing people in the streets. The fashionable donnas, the metrosexual no worry in the world "keyaccount manager"wananbees, who paint their fingernails with seethrough laque and pout when you call their name. Not because I like them, or even hang out with them, just because theyre a natural part of the habitat I have made mine. The city. It´s not very big my city. Its however very charming. And very expensive. ANd very polluted. But I like it. And now I am moving back.
My sister is recovering and is in less need of my help, my mind is clear, my back is aching from horeshit shovling and my shampoo bottle empty . I am ready.
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