What’s Your Story?

This post, which I’m really hoping will be as exciting and interesting as I initially imagined, was inspired by my mother, Veronica. She’s had the idea running for a while now and has said on and off for a few years how she’d like to write a book/blog based on the weird and wonderful people wandering through life on their own wavelength. I think it’d be an amazing idea, where she could take a snapshot of someone who looks particularly interesting, be it a grown man in a pink and yellow tutu in the middle of a casino, or a woman on a stroll pushing a pram full of cats, and ask them “What’s your story?” and have their image featured  in the blog/book with the caption being, quite obviously, their short story.

I love this idea because I find observing people and my surroundings fascinating. I mean, I’d prefer sitting in a coffee shop and watching all the intriguing specimens of human life walk by to going out to a club or a movie. Seems normal, right? (sarcasm intended)

But it’s not all about going out with the intention to find a quirky individual purely for the sake of snapping a picture and writing a blog, it’s about taking an interest in something other than yourself and your schedule, busy as it may be. It’s about looking past superficial surroundings and having an intention to neglect and forget negative judgement. It’s realising that other people exist in this world besides yourself, and each one of them, like you, has a story.

The concept is also great in working as a distraction, and believe me, I’m all about distractions. It’s safe to assume that everyone hates being caught in traffic, yes? well, a little escape is as simple as lifting your head up and looking around. You’re not the only one stuck in the seemingly never-ending cue of cars and pollution, and yes it is most probably because of that careless individual who sped past you at 170 km/h a few minutes back and has just been caught by the police, but bitching and moaning and cursing the universe won’t make them un-speed. But, looking around at the other drivers on the road might be just what you need to help you get through it. Perhaps that 30-trying-to-look-20 year old woman who is clearly still caught up in the “Brittany Spears phase” will make you chuckle with her senseless and uncoordinated thrashing of her arms and whipping of her head to “Hit Me Baby One More Time”. Or, it could be the father of four doing the afternoon school run with a barbie hair clip feebly dangling on a few strands of hair into his face, which is a regular occurrence for him, whilst the youngest child excitedly smears the ice cream she insisted on getting, all over the window and into her hair. Perhaps you are that noble father of four, and what’s getting you through the tedious drive is the body builder in front of you singing along to Taylor Swift, his guilty pleasure. Even if the situation you witness isn’t entertaining, like someone looking a little run down after a long crappy day, it’s easy to realise that sitting in traffic may not be the worst situation to be in right now.

So every once in a while when things are closing in on you and that damn taxi driver cut you off one too many times today, change your perspective and look at the other living, breathing human beings around you. It’s not all glamorous though, I am not trying to advertise an ideal happy-clappy world of wonder here, but that’s not to say it can’t still be wonderful sometimes. For those of you who don’t do it often, or who couldn’t be bothered, or who haven’t actually read any of this… let’s hope the pending idea of “What’s Your Story?” takes off.

All for now

x

Back on track with a tribute

First and foremost let me apologize for my negligence. As I’d said before, my plan was to write on my blog frequently and get the momentum going but it seems that life got in the way. I know it’s not an excuse but it’s all I have. I know the people in my life may feel the same way as my empty blog at the moment because I’ve just been on hold for a while. But, I’m back (not that I’m really returning to much, am I?)

I’ve been told time and time again that I’m the kind of girl who carries a “why-should-I-care” attitude and that my lack of displaying of emotions is off-putting to say the least and I have a habit of making people feel like I shut them out. It’s the one thing I find the most difficult to deal with in terms of myself and my personality. I mean, it’s not like I do it on purpose? Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is, although I don’t project my emotions in a fairly obvious way, it in no way means I don’t have any.  I’m mostly referring to the resent passing of one of my childhood heroes and all-time legends, Robin Williams. 

In general, the death of a celebrity won’t affect me and with a nonchalant attitude I can often brush it off as if it were nothing (mostly because I’d like to avoid that Awful feeling of bitterness and sadness) but when I woke up to the news of Mr Williams’ passing I felt a true and very real sinking feeling in my chest, and it hit like a ton of bricks. Robin Williams comforted me from behind the screen of my TV throughout my childhood and into those awkward teenage years. His ability to make people laugh astounded me and if I’m to be completely honest and share something no one else knows about me, He is the true reason I decided to carry the happiest persona I could possibly create. The reason being because I was in awe of how happy he seemed and how mesmerizing his sing-song voice was and so I told myself that a genuinely happy person was easier to like than a negative, demeaning person which is why I point blank refused to let small petty things put me down.

His death was a real eye-opener and I realized quite quickly that being funny and being happy are two very different things. Robin Williams, although may not walk among us in person, left a legacy never to be forgotten and he will continue to live on through that. Thankfully, it is a happy legacy and he will be remembered with great fondness by me and by many.

I will always remember you, My Genie, my Batty, crazy scientist, poet, father and childhood hero. R.I.P Robin Williams.