Clenching your fist for the ones like us

Those who have known me for more than a week know that sometimes the chicken voices in my head become overbearing and I need to shut the world up. So there has been a big deal of silence, and there is somebody to blame. Well, actually put the blame on Mame, boys... it was not somebody but one piece of intelligent conversation I held with l'homme qui aime la BD.

See, I realised recently that whenever a person I met played the 'I like EXACTLY what you do' game, I felt annoyed, because, honestly, 'what I like' can be rather funky, and no, De Kooning is not the name of a Chinese-French restaurant. How to write this without sounding arrogant?

Well, first I gotta borrow Banier's words and say that people are my drug. I love to meet new individuals, boys, girls, gents, ladies and lady-gents. The chance to live a parallel reality through the thoughts of others creates a feeling in me that makes me go to bed smiling. And there is a trait among -specially guys- I fall for: they are passionate about something. Does not matter if it is collecting golf gloves or reading about vampires, if they have this spark of an inner world, they will for sure get to my heart.

So in other words, having a passion is quite a gift, and I do not like fake passions. I do not like it because I have done it, and the big break-through of the week is, well, I don't have to! This made me feel like putting more time on doing my photo homework than on updating Facebook (is there an 'erase backwards' button?). This society is so demanding, so stressful, so you-need-to-fit that it was about time to do it my way. And the soundtrack in this tale full of advantages is Chelsea Hotel...

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend.

You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,

You fixed yourself, you said, "well never mind,
We are ugly but we have the music."

-Leonard Cohen

Haven't felt this good in ages. I am not worried anymore to find someone who see "me", I know there will be as long as I keep my own eyes open and my heart in a cold, dry place.

PS: Jeez. Me diste tanto que pensar que siento que las palabras que tengo no alcanzan, así que he empezado a leer diccionarios. Tu blog de BD y tu francés chic are superb. Un par de comidas más y nos pondremos al corriente ; ). Peace man.