Living the Moment
From what I remember from 3 unit English, juxtaposition is putting two words or images together which are usually not brought together side by side to create a meaning. Lying groggily in my bed this morning, I had two images of last night in my mind and in my procrastination to get up, I created a meaning out of those images. Haha!
When I was crossing Pyrmont Bridge last night, I was picturing myself as a vagabond, and had memories of my trip overseas to Europe last year where I walked around cities that did not know me and was just by myself with nobody to call on me. (Recall my previous posts about feeling like "dust" floating around). I looked down at the harbour and Darling Harbour and was once again captivated by its beauty. The air smelled so sweet (such a cliche term but it really was sweet!) and I was just happily strolling and absorbing my surroundings.
A bit later on that night, I was on the same bridge again but I was shaking and shivering and couldn't hear what Chris was saying because my teeth were clanging together so hard so I could only hear the chatter of my teeth. I kept saying, "I think someone spiked my drink" because I felt so out of it and so drunk yet I only had 2.5 drinks and it was unusual that I was feeling this way. No, nobody spiked my drink but it wasn't until later that night at Arthouse Jason told me he put 5 shots in one drink and I was trying to keep up with everybody else so drank it relatively quickly. I felt like everyone was trying to feed me drinks - we even got drinks delivered to us from the bartender courteous of a mysterious stranger who purchased them for us but we had too much so left. Chris's lecturer (teaches "History of Nightlife" so was experiencing a bit of nightlife himself) hung out with us for a bit too. I didn't drink the drinks he bought me but gave them to Chris and soon she turned as drunk as me. We went to Together at Home and then the Arthouse but its not that fun when you feel so out of it.
The meaning created? When I was strolling on the bridge, I was optimistic and had hope (not for the night but just for the future in general) but when I came back from the bridge, the night didn't turn out how it was supposed to. People close to me know that I get upset/pissed off with myself when things don't turn out the way I want it to turn out. It's because it's all planned in my head how things will look and be but when the result is different, I get mad. I'm trying to let that go and Live the Moment, not expecting anything but just seeing how things go and where it will take me. It was only a few months ago that someone said to me, "No you're different. She's free spirited. She lives the moment. You're not like that". I know I am not like that but I have been improving. I don't expect things as much now and am just letting things happen and I don't get mad/upset when things don't turn out the way I expect. That's because I don't expect anything.
When I was crossing Pyrmont Bridge last night, I was picturing myself as a vagabond, and had memories of my trip overseas to Europe last year where I walked around cities that did not know me and was just by myself with nobody to call on me. (Recall my previous posts about feeling like "dust" floating around). I looked down at the harbour and Darling Harbour and was once again captivated by its beauty. The air smelled so sweet (such a cliche term but it really was sweet!) and I was just happily strolling and absorbing my surroundings.
A bit later on that night, I was on the same bridge again but I was shaking and shivering and couldn't hear what Chris was saying because my teeth were clanging together so hard so I could only hear the chatter of my teeth. I kept saying, "I think someone spiked my drink" because I felt so out of it and so drunk yet I only had 2.5 drinks and it was unusual that I was feeling this way. No, nobody spiked my drink but it wasn't until later that night at Arthouse Jason told me he put 5 shots in one drink and I was trying to keep up with everybody else so drank it relatively quickly. I felt like everyone was trying to feed me drinks - we even got drinks delivered to us from the bartender courteous of a mysterious stranger who purchased them for us but we had too much so left. Chris's lecturer (teaches "History of Nightlife" so was experiencing a bit of nightlife himself) hung out with us for a bit too. I didn't drink the drinks he bought me but gave them to Chris and soon she turned as drunk as me. We went to Together at Home and then the Arthouse but its not that fun when you feel so out of it.
The meaning created? When I was strolling on the bridge, I was optimistic and had hope (not for the night but just for the future in general) but when I came back from the bridge, the night didn't turn out how it was supposed to. People close to me know that I get upset/pissed off with myself when things don't turn out the way I want it to turn out. It's because it's all planned in my head how things will look and be but when the result is different, I get mad. I'm trying to let that go and Live the Moment, not expecting anything but just seeing how things go and where it will take me. It was only a few months ago that someone said to me, "No you're different. She's free spirited. She lives the moment. You're not like that". I know I am not like that but I have been improving. I don't expect things as much now and am just letting things happen and I don't get mad/upset when things don't turn out the way I expect. That's because I don't expect anything.
1 Comments:
hi Mel, seems like you have been deep in thought lately :)
just letting you know Im flying up next Thurs. hopefully catch you around
Love Lura
By Anonymous, at 8:34 pm
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