Finally received an email reply from my old mate Ian today. Man, has he got a comedy mind. Just total spontaneous comedy none-stop for about an hour. Kind of reminds me of Russell Brand a bit. Just this constant comedic surreal take on things and a brilliant story teller. The guy talked and talked like I’ve never heard for years. The last few times I spoke to him he was a bit down, a bit low energy, but he seemed back on form tonight.
Mostly I just listened to him talking about his adventures of late. I took note of his story-telling abilities. He managed to make what was probably quite a boring little two-week adventure to Spain sound like a hilarious roller coaster. He must have talked about it for nearly the full hour. I got a few words in about my recent escapades with bands and travels, but it was tough going. He just wanted to talk and talk, I could hardly get a word in.
Great to hear from him again though. We got cut off after an hour or so – my phone died from overuse! So I called him back just to say see-ya basically but he kept on talking for another 30 mins or so. We ran the gamut from adventures abroad to trumpet playing to deceased teachers.
The rest of the day was pretty sleepy. I did no practice, managed to squeeze in some weights, managed to hoover my computer keyboard, but the rest of the day was spent lying on my bed here in front of the Internet.
Had dinner with my parents which was better than the previous few days. This was probably because I contributed something about ink cartridges and asked my dad about something regarding my car. But then, inevitably, I’d stepped over the line, I’d been too familiar, too seeking. The advice givers came out to play. “You shouldn’t spend too much money now…” Thanks for that insightful piece of advice. Yes, come to think of it, I shouldn’t really should I what with the holiday coming up and all? Wow. Thanks very much.
The remainder of the night I spent farting around with mum. Felt awkward and uncomfortable around her tonight. She was in one of those “good moods” she sometimes gets in. I feel awkward when she is “nice” and treats me in a more friendly way. That sounds weird. By all accounts I should feel more comfortable and happy when she treats me this way. But for some reason, I can’t quite explain why, it makes me want to push her away, be rude, go to my room and hide, do something else, ignore her.
I don’t know what it is, I just prefer more emotionaless functional interactions with her at least. I guess there is just so much bad history between us and so much falling out constantly that I don’t ever feel comfortable letting my guard down. I don’t really know. And the reason I don’t really know is probably because I haven’t thought about it enough. And I haven’t thought about it enough because I don’t like thinking about it. it’s awkward. In fact, I wasn’t even going to write this bit because it felt awkward. So maybe it’s something it would be good at some point to confront.
