Belonging

Have you ever felt it?

That feeling, when you're pegging out the washing, your favourite band blaring in your ears, and you turn your head towards the sun and peer straight into the flawless blue sky. Or when you're strolling by yourself towards home on a perfect springs night after a night out with your mates, and you look up and lose yourself in the moonless starry abyss...

That feeling, that upwelling of delight, which fills every inch of your body. That feeling like you're part of something, something special, something big. That feeling that, despite knowing the world is so big and the universe infinite, despite knowing your insignificance, you feel like you're exactly where you belong.

Seorsum

You know, you can force two pieces of a puzzle that aren't supposed to fit, together, but in the end the picture is never going to be perfect.

I seem to speak a lot about fate in this blog, and even though I'm not a big believer, sometimes I do wonder. Occasionally, you'll get a sign from above; divine intervention, a deus ex machina, whatever you want to call it. Sometimes, the call of destiny is just too much to ignore.

And the bitch of it is, no matter what, fate just seems hell-bent on prying us apart. Like the opposing ends of two magnets, or the separate chambers of the human heart, I guess you, and I, were just never meant to be together...

I wish it wasn't so.

Godsend

I feel like I'm standing with my bare feet ankle-deep in the cool ocean, and I'm sinking in and out of the soft sand as the waves wash back and forth. That indescribable feeling of sand between my toes. I feel alive again. I feel fresh. I feel happy. Can I be this way forever, with windswept hair and the soft spray of salt on my skin?

Suits Me

In recent weeks, I have been attempting to write something meaningful and/or entertaining, but unfortunately inspiration doesn't grow on trees, and even if it did, it certainly wouldn't grow with any kind of abundance. Anyway, let me try again...

Lesson One: Lose the goatee... it doesn't go with your suit. Lesson two: Get a suit! Suits are cool...

Today I participated in International Suit-up Day with my good friend Syngeon, aka Synge-Banger. It really was worth the effort of bringing my suit all the way from home, getting dressed up and walking around campus full decked-out on a 30 degree day. I think I now understand the plight of Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother. The feeling of wearing a suit for no apparent reason is indescribable, I liken it to helping out a complete stranger, getting a box of cake mix down from a high shelf they couldn't reach, or standing up for the elderly person on the bus, or holding the door open for all your mates to go through. Wearing a suit gives you that kind warm fuzzy feeling inside, like you've a achieve something great, or made someones day...

It's amazing the number of smiles we got from complete strangers who saw us in our suits. We'd walk past a group of girls and they'd giggle. We'd walk past a group of guys and they'd be like, "nice!". Especially entertaining was walking past another group of guys all suited-up, and exchanging manly nods, just out of complete respect for one another, and the odd comment like "nice suits boys"... "Yeah, you too man!".

Most importantly though, suiting-up for the day just made so many people stop, and smile, which was the highlight of International Suit-up Day for me. Suits are AWESOME.

Robot Boy

I haven't written in two months. There's just nothing there.
I hate that I'm in love with you.