Country Ain't Cool!!

Okay I'm more of a city slicker than I realised.

Today...my hair got butchered. Very not cool. My sister always maintained that only asians know how to cut asian hair...I never thought it made a difference...until today! arghhhh. After several months in the country...ever more and more the messy deadbeat...I NEEDED to get a hair cut(HATE long hair, except I'm keeping it overlong while the weather stays so freezing).

LOL I think it's hilarious that I even care...but seriously, it's pretty shocking. I guess I'll wait 6-8 weeks and then brave the city to go get it fixed. Lesson learnt: need an asian to cut my hair! I wonder how I will ever live rural rural where asian hairdressers don't exist at this rate?

Apart from that I am still getting over having to buy generic clothes at generic places where they don't even carry my size. So maybe I'm a bit of a city girl after all...well at least I prefer one quality sort of designer piece to many cheap generic pieces that everyone else has!

How embarrassing...I never knew I had any higher maintenance city girl in me...until my hair got butchered...oh well that's what ponytails are good for- hiding really bad hair!!! LOL

ick...Vanity. I guess 30 is the magic age for it to hit if it's going to hit at all! >.<

laugh HO, that's what I'm here for ;)

Welcome to Spatial Progression :)

Often when caught in times of STASIS I look around and wonder how others seem to make so much PROGRESS. They start at Point A and travel nicely along Point B, C, D, E, F, G....etc occasionally they might do something a bit exciting and skip H and I altogether while getting to K, but it's still incredibly neat...

Me however, it's like a tangled and chaotic web: I guess like everyone I started at Point A (Birth) but after B through E it all got a bit confused...I seemed to skip to Point M then back to C then onto W (a point most people only experience decades on)...anyway now I seem stuck back to D: WHY IS THAT?

Then I realise, while most people are making neat linear progress...although it seems like stasis at Point D for the umpteenth return trip, there's a reason...there's always a reason for everything that happens :)

I finally worked it out...my multiple visits to Point D amount to what is essentially SPATIAL progress...while everybody is travelling along nicely through M/N/O I am incredibly privileged to be peeking behind the hidden doors that few notice at point D: that is Point D squared, D cubed and whatever you call D to the fourth...lol is my inner numbers nerd that never peeped its head finally making a fashionable appearance?

So my concluding thoughts on this particular topic are...cool, wow. Exploring D squared and D cubed etc are a privilege that only few are made aware of...

MY life has never been and is NEVER boring!!!

Welcome to Spatial Progression :)

The Root of Greed?

A certain incident got me wondering...from where does greed stem? At first I thought it's a result of life experience eg people who had to struggle to survive and make ends meet can leave a residue of a greedy and grabbing disposition.

But then again, you have VERY rich people who perhaps if not greedy can be incredibly selfish and stingy...which doesn't make sense again!

So to conclude this circular wondering...I have no idea from where GREED stems from...perhaps it has nothing to do with social economic backgrounds as opposed to INSECURITY. Yup I think that's the root of it mostly. Great, I love writing and thinking to myself, things that were not apparent until I physically wrote them out suddenly resolve themselves without me needing to ask anybody-yay! LOL

Personal Taxi Driver?

So I met this wonderfully exotic Saudi Arabian cabbie about my age tonight, also new in town....he gave me his direct contact so I could have him as my regular cabbie if I want, which is kinda convenient now that I need to use one quite a bit...(I gave up on the idea of driving and have worked through my paranoia about taking cabs...but only cos I'm not in the big city...)

Too bad the exotic multicultured dude SMOKES...why must people SMOKE!? Grrrrr...

Smokers are non negotiables for me. I don't care how cool the person is, I won't associate with a smoker, not even if you paid me, and not even if I could really use a local friend let alone a friend anywhere in my own decade.

Smokers are more disgusting than the scum you find on keyboards at public libraries...

LOL people are so polite these days that it's so boring and dishonest. Which is why I still air my too honest blatant opinions on here...it's almost cruel to subject people to really boring reading otherwise which being P.C and overly polite often makes for...

But I guess being polite and holding back criticism and too much honesty is how you can win popularity contests...for me though with my aspie tendencies...I only really care when it's regarding business...an aside-my latest revelation- before you couldn't separate ME from WHAT I DID. My profession= my identity. Now that I have no profession...wow it's an interesting time finding an identity(!!!) I guess I like the freedom of it being open... I'm trying to figure out how to mould this formless lump of clay...

City Life...Oh the TRAUMA.

So like a piece of lichen stuck to a rock my better self yanked me from my sanctuary confines to a necessary appointment in the big city...as per usual it didn't disappoint on the *gross* (absolument!) front...

My bus ride in the city was absolutely chockers packed in like sardines bathed in a sea of non stop activity of wireless devices so that I could feel myself burning up. As it crawled along I was so uncomfortable I got off as distant as time could afford and walked the remaining four stops to my destination. Not to be outdone, my bus ride from that destination: as soon as I sat down a pile of pink projectile puke was emitted from a child's cough and thank goodness for my nervy reflexes that I managed to whisk my feet to the side just in the time...the loud bang alerted the driver to the fact a kid had just vomited on the bus (to their credit, the mother and friend did a great job of cleaning up after the mess)...In any case with nothing around but peak gridlock there was nothing to be done but be bathed in projectile pink vomit germs for the next 15 minutes...

On the next bus I found myself thinking "God, why must people ALWAYS sit next to me, even when there are SPARE seats to be found?" I kind of felt a sense of dejavu...like how every single tradesperson etc seems to need to GO in MY bathroom...I'm starting to think it's cos I must give a sense of being clean and hygenic and not offputting enough...maybe I need to get some tatts, a bad smell and a scary face full of piercings? Just once I'd love to be able to go for an empty corner of ANYWHERE and not have ANYBODY have to want to share that space...uninvited.

At the train station I found myself really needing to pee...there was nothing to be done I had to go...as I lined up in yet another ridiculous sized queue I had a bad feeling...it was fulfilled...at the front of the queue a door opened-the toilet I was supposed to go to since I was next...the oversized lady came out with a shamed look on her face...this can't be good I remember thinking to myself...but I had to go as it was my turn in the queue... As soon as I entered the cubicle a putrid smell met me...and the cover of the seat had been turned to hide what lay inside...I flushed the toilet as a preventative measure...to no avail...a big stinking fresh POO stuck to the side greeted me on opening sesame-arghhh!!!...I glanced outside watching the next girl in the queue go to another much cleaner (I suspected) cubicle...another glance at the long queue and I was just like Steel your nerves and just go...so I did but spent extra long washing my hands with a heck of a lot of soap and warm water.

What did I conclude by the end of the time in the city? THE CITY is a bloody disgusting HEALTH HAZARD! No wonder I got soooo sick.

In any case I was SOOOOOO FILLED WITH GRATITUDE when I saw my usual bus in my nice clean FRESH smelling town, and the cheery hot regular bus driver, the spick and span shining gleaming bus with ample seats and with no offensive odours...

I love being a country bumpkin. I'll say it again...I can never. ever ever EVER. live in a big city AGAIN. ...ick!

...ick! ...ick!

THE END(...lots of LAUNDRY to do tomorrow!)