One thing that I hold with the utmost importance is writing with honesty and integrity. It’s a little like fast fashion. I dislike the concept of constantly churning out writing for the sake of churning out writing. A lot of the time I have nothing to say.
It’s an ironic trait for a journalism major.
It’s not like I’m taking a break. I don’t want to take a break because theres this idiosyncrasy where I love to just write for hours on end. I love words. Words are like magic.
I just find myself at a pause when the words begin to lose meaning. And while there’s something almost melancholic in that, it’s unstimulating.
I constantly feel like I am in some sort of fuzz. I’m not really registering with the outside world and I become consumed with the universe inside my head. It’s not necessarily a negative one. I just find it hard to engage.
There’s so much bullshit on the internet and I don’t want to contribute that. For example, I just watched people from Buzzfeed explode a watermelon with 670 rubber bands. Is there any purpose other than entertainment value?
To quote Daisy, “well I’ve had a very bad time… and I’m pretty cynical about everything.”
Only I haven’t had a bad time. And neither had Daisy.
I read another French Girl article on Vogue. They are my vice. There’s more plants in my room than floor space but they make for beautiful company.
I explored the Prefab Market Day this morning with the intention of picking up some knick knack-y jewellery and came away with a Kenzo Sweater and a Comme des Garcons skirt. Champagne taste on a Studylink budget. I accidentally ended up at Big Walk With Lots Of Dogs Wellington and met Dougie, the blind Chow Chow. He’s so happy with the planet around him and I should be too.
In the space of 45 minutes we decided we were going to Bali. We booked our flights and everything. I am excited to feel the summer again. To explore the ocean, to practise yoga for days on end and to eat beautiful foods. Mum still doesn’t know. She’s currently freedom camping around Tasmania and didn’t take a phone charger. It sounds quite grounded and I think I would like to do something like that soon. Mum, if you’re reading this, we’re going to Bali and I promise to be safe.
I can’t wait for life to be like this all of the time. I can fully comprehend that I have the ability to make my life happen the way I want it, but I need a degree under my belt and the structure to live on this planet entirely commitment free.
Until then a girl can dream.
Much love,
a melancholy lady with more plants than years x
