Is it so hard to ask?
I feel like writing something emotional. That’s rarely a good sign, now is no different. Take my emo rambling with a grain of salt, though; haven’t slept in two days now.
I actually wanted to write a lot more than this, but it needs to be readable too. I’ll get around to that in some other entry.
Don’t know what I’m feeling for anyone. Don’t know if I ever did know. I can’t tell if I’m in love with someone or I hate the sight of them. But … I’ve been experiencing a growing number of ‘crushes’ lately, and they all come out … well, exactly as expected; not at all.
First a girl from school who I actually think had something for me at some point. I turned down an offer of a walk … to go talk with my ex about an, uhm … rather unpleasant (for me) surprise. Blew my chance, I suppose
Then a girl I haven’t met. I don’t know if that could literally be called anything but mere interest, but … Well, I can talk about anything in the world with most people. Anything that doesn’t require me asking anyone to be ‘more than friends’.
I met another girl at a course. Interesting, seemingly quiet girl who (I might be wrong) showed a tiny bit of interest in me. If nothing else, friendship would(‘ve) be(en) interesting.
Then yet another at some small concert-esque thing. I felt it click almost instantly, and to be quite honest, I knew her prior to that evening. Even had a crush on her back then … Talked for ages, but never got around to asking anything. No phone number or email or anything … Left with a hug.
I fail miserably.
But, it’s not all bad. In fact, I saved the good stuff for last (just like me to make the end seem nice, huh? :) – A movie and an indie rock album release party without match.
The movie is ‘La Science des Rêves’ (The Science of Sleep). I’ve never seen so much randomness and creativity in a movie, let alone an indie one. Go. See. This. Now.
Release Party was for Sparkplug‘s second album, Dharma Punks. I know the band members, which obviously makes it that more interesting. Also, going to the party meant seeing a few faces from the time I lived there. Even met a girl I met back in kindergarten, and had a truly great talk with her. Should’ve asked for her number, I suppose.
Anyway, the concertishreleasepartythingie was truly brilliant. Even had us, the crowd, sing a song I’m taking the liberty of writing here, in Danish;
Det’ sandt!
De onde lo og vandt!
Nu får vi 28 etager i glas!
Og så’ der ikke længere plads …
Til freaks som os og folk der ryger hash!
I love indie.