no, it's not what you're thinking. i haven't had any life changing moment through this week, unless you count watching the entire season 6 of dawson's creek in one week. however, i guess that i just got hit by a truckload of thoughts on my way home today.
so how is it that some people seem so together and so collaboratively composed? as i was sitting on the bus today (yes people, i did bus it to uni today...OMG!), a whole bunch of high school kids got on. now the bus was filled to the brim, every seat taken. but after 5 minutes, a few people leave to get off. so this one high school chick sits down, next to a uni guy, introduces herself in front of all of her friends, and attempts to flirt with the guy. now this guy is not bad looking, but he's obviously somewhere in his 20s, which puts him at least within a decade or half decade above in age. yet, even though she's clearly inferior in age, she's still 100% comfortable exploiting all of her social skills to break the surface and to get to know this guy. needless to say, he pretty much shrugged her off, looked out the window and ignored her for the rest of the trip. but nevertheless, it proves the point.
for some reason though, i really did feel as if the bus ride today took me back about 5 years. i could still feel the exact feelings that i felt all those years ago when i was on a bus, headed home from churchlands. all the times of seeing people with those individualistic whims and their intense displays of independence, somehow it all just seemed too familiar.
okay, i'm being way too distracted by the tv now.
*pauses*
okay. so i wanted to anecdotally add something which happened one day last week.
raph and i were on our way home from work, me at the wheel. so we hit mitchell freeway after merging from kwinana, and in the direction of heading towards ikea, raph tells me to get off at grantham st, insisting that it'd be way faster than going through cedric. despite my vocalized oppositions and my burgeoning intuition which was yelling at me, telling me to take powis st, i decide to listen to my big brother with all his years of wise words.
so yes, i got off at grantham, only to face this on hutton:
good one raph!
but i might say now that yes he did conceed to his mistake, yet he still inadvertedly refused to photographically incriminate himself! okay okay. i shall stop baggin him now. =p
in any case, i really do think that this instance proved my intuition right! i gotta follow my gut more, coz each time i don't, i always live to regret something!
so on to the unregretted and the unanticipated occurances of strangely unficklemindedness - if that's even a word! =p
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