shady end by katharine eastman
Well thank you yes I do seem to be socialising more lately - and that is one of the reasons why I have been sparing the world some of my usual musical excesses. I'll tell you how it happened - first I may have told you this bit already, but a while ago I was at a big table eating lunch with one friend and about twenty strangers and I was trapped at the end where all the silent people were and I just couldn't get any conversation going and then my friend down the table asked me how I was and I said very loudly I AM SOOOO BOOOORRRRED just like I thought I was some sulky teenager.
It didn't work. Everyone stayed boring. And after the meal my friend told me off and said I was very rude and that I ought to consider that some other people are having problems and have issues and tick boxes and how we must all be more tolerant - but I moaned that apparently no-fucking-one ever seems to have to be more tolerant of my needs and issues and the boxes I tick (e.g. "easily bored").
Then much more recently I was with some friends and I was asked how I was, cos I hadn't spoken for a while and that isn't like me, and again I said that I was soooo incredibly bored. Everyone was offended and took it as personal criticism, so weakly I rowed back a bit and said Oh I'm sure it's just me, and I tried to make out that maybe I was a bit depressed or desperate or something trivial that they needn't worry about.
No I don't know how the planet works, yet it does seem that these two recent noisy rude upsetting inappropriate un-woke moans of mine have been heard by the world and the world has upped its game and suddenly people are much more interesting. Every day I meet people and so far this week every encounter has at worst been merely unboring, and a couple of things have been almost enjoyable.
So Well Done World. Thank You. Okay I still always find that I am happier when I return home and lock the door and head sofa-wards for blissful me-time - now that I no longer read boring books (just the good ones) I do so look forward to the hours of just lazing and dozing and drifting and dreaming and sleeping and reading there on any of my six (sic) favourite sofas.
Sofas are just about all I have. Sofas and books and ways to make and play music. That's all. I now don't much yearn to go off and live in a van forever or become a hobo and have no friends at all and just love the endless string of strangers I encounter one minute at a time and call each of them friends - people are at their very best when met like that. Instead I feel like I'm living that life already. The days are much the same whatever life I was/am really living. And the nights with a sofa are better than the nights out in a wilder woodland, though nights alone in wilder woodlands are still things I want to feel again before it all comes crashing down.
recorded overnight, photo my garden yesterday
