faith - george michael
there's days when the sun's shining - not just from the skies, but outta your butt as well. and then you see those strange people out, trying to chat up passers-by for all kinds of reasons. beggers here'll just sit around with a subtle hat on the ground before them. punk kids with 900-euro-dogs will ask you if you can spare a coupla euros, there'll be people asking for money for their obscure save-the-burning-asshole-of-the-cockanoodle (a very rare turd bird, obviously).
and then, sometimes, the most fun kind, little mormon kids trying to bring their version of religion to the unwilling masses.
this tall ginger lad in a business suit had tried to chat up 2 teenage girls before I entered the street. I walked by and then I already saw this grey mouse lurking, scanning the crowd for someone not running by fast enough. oh yeah, she's getting ready to jump me. "here goes", I'm thinking and she's already starting to blubber something about "may I ask you something"
now, I'm a polite and friendly person (ahah yeah right) and I still hoped she was about only asking for the time or the way to the central station, so I stopped and nodded at her.
"today we wanna talk about happiness and god"
WE do? I had to bite my tongue not to laugh about those two words used in one sentence. watch the news, then you know they just don't fit together.
"you're wasting your time on me," I replied.
"why is that? don't you want to be happy?" said the mouse
"look, I'm an atheist. you're talking to the wrong person" I tried again.
"then lemme ask you this: what is your aim in life? what puts meaning into your life?"
she's one impolite bugger, ain't she. asking a total stranger that. usually, I'd only answer this after someone's bought me dinner, but okay.
I sigh, smile and go with honesty: "I don't think life HAS any meaning. I think it's totally devoid of any sense or meaning."
she's starting to loose the bounce in her step. "but isn't that totally sad?" she even makes a sad face, the silly girl.
"um. nope. not at all," goes I, "it doesn't need any meaning. it's what it is. it's the way it is. we don't have to try to force meaning into something that doesn't play in that league"
I'm trying to walk on, try to tell her have-a-good-day, but she just follows me.
"but what about death?!?!" she presses out.
"yeah, what about it?" I ask
"what do you think comes after death?"
at that, I grin. "nothing. end of story morning glory."
I can tell she's about to loose something. is it her patience? I don't know.
"so you don't believe in life after death?" she almost sobs.
"hehe no. oh please no. isn't one life more than enough? what do you want after all that? same shit again? no thanks. one life's enough, in fact, it's too short to worry about stuff like that. it doesn't need the search for meaning, it doesn't need any worrying about obsolete nonsense and it sure doesn't need anything like a god."
at that she stops running beside me. she looks crestfallen. she stands still and I catch the eye of some real hottie from her club, standing behind something like a pasting table. damn. why didn't HE try to chat me up? I would've come up with a way to shock him into puberty :p
and then, sometimes, the most fun kind, little mormon kids trying to bring their version of religion to the unwilling masses.
this tall ginger lad in a business suit had tried to chat up 2 teenage girls before I entered the street. I walked by and then I already saw this grey mouse lurking, scanning the crowd for someone not running by fast enough. oh yeah, she's getting ready to jump me. "here goes", I'm thinking and she's already starting to blubber something about "may I ask you something"
now, I'm a polite and friendly person (ahah yeah right) and I still hoped she was about only asking for the time or the way to the central station, so I stopped and nodded at her.
"today we wanna talk about happiness and god"
WE do? I had to bite my tongue not to laugh about those two words used in one sentence. watch the news, then you know they just don't fit together.
"you're wasting your time on me," I replied.
"why is that? don't you want to be happy?" said the mouse
"look, I'm an atheist. you're talking to the wrong person" I tried again.
"then lemme ask you this: what is your aim in life? what puts meaning into your life?"
she's one impolite bugger, ain't she. asking a total stranger that. usually, I'd only answer this after someone's bought me dinner, but okay.
I sigh, smile and go with honesty: "I don't think life HAS any meaning. I think it's totally devoid of any sense or meaning."
she's starting to loose the bounce in her step. "but isn't that totally sad?" she even makes a sad face, the silly girl.
"um. nope. not at all," goes I, "it doesn't need any meaning. it's what it is. it's the way it is. we don't have to try to force meaning into something that doesn't play in that league"
I'm trying to walk on, try to tell her have-a-good-day, but she just follows me.
"but what about death?!?!" she presses out.
"yeah, what about it?" I ask
"what do you think comes after death?"
at that, I grin. "nothing. end of story morning glory."
I can tell she's about to loose something. is it her patience? I don't know.
"so you don't believe in life after death?" she almost sobs.
"hehe no. oh please no. isn't one life more than enough? what do you want after all that? same shit again? no thanks. one life's enough, in fact, it's too short to worry about stuff like that. it doesn't need the search for meaning, it doesn't need any worrying about obsolete nonsense and it sure doesn't need anything like a god."
at that she stops running beside me. she looks crestfallen. she stands still and I catch the eye of some real hottie from her club, standing behind something like a pasting table. damn. why didn't HE try to chat me up? I would've come up with a way to shock him into puberty :p
posted by daria l'orange at 8:50 pm
1 Comments:
I'm sooo stoopid. All this time, all these chats, and I completely missed that you've been back on this blog. Duh...
And, sorry.
To have missed so much x
I got caught by two of these immaculately dressed guys recently. I inadvertantly caught the eye of one and he said, "Hi! Today we're explaining the meaning of life to people!"
I stared at him, stunned for a moment, and then heard my own voice say, "Wow, that must be incredibly rewarding - have a great day!"
Don't know where THAT came from... The look on his face, as I glided away will stay with me for a good while, I reckon.
Oh, Stiltskin! The word verificatin thingy on here today says: mhfgr. Is it just me or did blogger get funny all of a sudden? As in "Get out my face, mhfgr?"
Love ya x
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