Liella. Loves. Silence.
Two weeks ago I lost my phone. Oh no! It was an iPhone and I felt naked for about a day (guess, I was lucky that the events of the night before made me stay in bed for two). And yes, of course all of a sudden it was COMPLICATED to meet up with friends for coffee. I wonder, how they did that 20 years ago? Did they carry pidgeons to send messages ahead in case they’d be running late?
But thinking back and looking at a the portable phone booth (Welcome back to the 90’s, I am your bloody Nokia) that serves as my communication gadget as of today, I really believe, the phone embargo has been a blessing in disguise. Plugged the ol’ mofo in and had message after message coming, beep, beep, beep, my ass…
I really, really like it quiet. I appreciate the silence in my home more than anything. I love people, with whom I can sit together in silence. Hell, when I can choose between reading quietly or listening to music and singing along, I’d choose the book at anytime (ok, if it’s not some dick book about accounting – sorry, accountants of the world!).
Unfortunately that choice is only valid at home, when the self-proclaimed accordeon-world-music-squad (who the fuck are these people? I want to meet them in the dark) is not trying to bring my walls down or at some damn desert island, said there was electricity for my notebook – I am still looking for that address, anybody?
Anywha-aaat. I have made several observations today.
First: #Public transportation
Unbearable without my headphones. Is it just me or are ALL the people riding on the train with me either unnecessary loud (on the phone, with fellow passengers, with themselves) OR struck with genuine stupidity, but in most cases BOTH? Is god trying to tell me something? And if so, what could that be?
Don’t get me wrong, it is sort of my profession to have loud conversations (esp. with my boo Emre - shout out! - he thinks and talks as fast as me, but there are also other friends, who are really into this) about the most random topics just to confuse innocent bystanders. I just love it, when they laugh and try hard not to look amused or to stare. The trick is to do it somewhere, where others are free to walk away, I think.
I despise having private phone conversations on the train or anywhere else than at home and I don’t like listening to them either. Headphones help! Unfortunately my iPod went dead on me the minute I stepped out of the door and I had to bear a one hour train ride without my music. Not. EVER. AGAIN. Or else I will start commenting on what I hear and I’d hate to make anybody cry.
Second: #Old people are awesome
Don’t you love it, when old couples are displaying their affection for each other? It makes you go like, aw, I hope in 40yrs time I’ll be like them. Well, fuck that, who knows, where I’ll be in 40 years but there was this sweet couple in their sixties, being all tender with each other, like teenagers in love (only less annoying, less giggly and not so damn loud) at the train station. Sigh! Double-sigh!
Also before, when I went out for a smoke, I witnessed two old ladies talking about mental depression and how their families take it. It was heart-warming to know that some of those issues stay, no matter, how old you are. Sigh three times! I hope, I’ll live to see that day without becoming as grumpy as my grandma, god bless her!
Third: #My Pizza is here.
I am literally on a “Coca Cola and Pizza” diet. Mind you, I am in fabulous shape and it’s so tasty. Honestly I have no idea, how I am doing it, bless the genes, but the pizza is getting cold, so I’mma finish this.
It’s been nice talking to ya, especially since I didn’t have to actually speak.
Random. Shh, shh, zing boom!
Li
