Layers

I love people who have a number of layers. And they unfold slowly, one by one as you get to know them. It’s fascinating how complex people can be. 

However, too often people don’t bother to look closer and see those layers, so they make assumptions and judge by the first layer - the cover, which is often there to fulfill its role as a semi-permeable membrane of sorts - only some will be let through.

Flying with seagulls over a bay

Once, I will live by the sea. Not the kind of sea which is warm enough in summer so you can swim in it. No. The kind of sea which is always grey, unstable, thundery, blustering, with huge waves and unceasing wind.

There is a powerful endless energy in ocean and it attracts me.

I had a weird dream last night.

In my dream, I was about to marry someone. I don't know who it was, I just know that I didn't want to marry him, I wasn't ready but there was a strong reason why I was getting ready to marry him anyways. I can't recall what the reason was exactly, I just know it had something to do with my family. It would have solved their problems or saved them from something.

I ended up running away the day of marriage and then coming back explaining to my and his family that I can't do it.

I usually don't remember my dreams and I don't believe in stuff like "when you dream that you lost your tooth, someone from your family will die", but I would really like to know what was all this about.

I went clubbing last night,

and I realised I really didn't like it. Yes, it may be fun once a year or once in 6 months (as is my case), but every Friday? Or every Friday AND Saturday? No, thank you, I'll pass.

During the course of last night, we went to 3 different places and I spent there cca 5 hours. During this time, I recognised 2 songs and other 2 were vaguely familiar, while everyone else was dancing and singing. It didn't feel too odd, but still.
I prefer to dance to songs I know and like. I prefer gigs to club nights. I prefer bottle of beer to vodka/tequila/whatever-fancy-drink-I-don't-know-the-name-of shot. I prefer bouncing and jumping to dirty dancing. And I prefer my hair smelling of cigarettes rather than of a mixture of strong wo/man fragrancies.

What would you be?

 *idea taken from Alaska*

If I were a month, I’d be October.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Friday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be 1:52am.
If I were a season, I'd be autumn.
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto (I know it's not planet anymore).
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a turtle.
If I were a direction, I’d be North.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bedside table.
If I were a liquid, I’d be dewdrop.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a ruby.
If I were a tree, I’d be a maple tree.
If I were a tool, I’d be I wouldn't be any tool, I'm too unpractical to be a tool.
If I were a flower, I’d be a field poppy.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a short summer rain.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a piano.
If I were a color, I’d be deep blue. Like cloudless skies at night.
If I were an emotion, I’d be full of expectations. Is it emotion?
If I were a fruit, I’d be a blueberry.
If I were a sound, I’d be a sound of a wind chimes in a breeze.
If I were an element, I’d be air.
If I were a car, I’d be the yellow van from Little Miss Sunshine.
If I were a food, I’d be a chocolate chip cookie.
If I were a place, I’d be a small street in a big city at night with many street lights and little restaurants and music clubs and a park nearby.
If I were a material, I’d be wood.
If I were a taste, I’d taste like honey cake.
If I were a scent, I’d be the way air smells after rain.
If I were an object, I’d be a locket or an LP.
If I were a body part, I’d be eyes.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smile.
If I were a song, I’d be Her Name is Alice (Shinedown).
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be a pair of ballerinas with floral pattern.

nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it

"The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create”

—	Chuck Palahniuk

The task is: fill in 12 likes, 1 love and 8 hates like Cassie in her therapy video. Below, the bolded things are what you MUST include.

Abracadabra, Wow!
I like boys with messy hair and girls with dreams
I like art
I like walking in empty streets
I like old buildings
I like stories
I like wind
I like twilight in spring and summer and the way everything smells so intensely then
I like city lights
I like when it's snowing
I like when I find a perfect gift for someone
I like going to concerts of bands that not many people know
I like dresses and skirts
I love pseudo-intellectual/romantic/artistic conversations when you're drunk
Today I didn't do what I was supposed to.
In some ways, I love everything.
Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular
I like things that I like but I love everything
There’s more choice in like
Cos even the worst things have things you love in them
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate
I hate feeling ugly
I hate how much I care what other people think of me
I hate labeling
I hate being full of fears
I hate feeling powerless
I hate changes, but in a way, I need them
I hate people who have no inner worlds on their own
I hate adults who forgot about the children within them