Thank God Its Friday.
I've been mulling over the idea of irony as a poison recently and its really been affecting me - it really is true that relying on cynicism and detachment as some form of protection is one of the most self-poisonous things you can do. Robbing yourself of your own freedom and beauty as a human being, trapped in your own mind as some kind of hyper-self aware robot limited by neuroticism... cynicism really is the worst offender, you can mock and belittle until it all becomes so mindless and automatic that theres not anything left to Be. Truly a depressing cage of some sort...
I just got back from work not too long ago - an incredibly hot-seeming day. I'm not entirely sure of the temperature but it's probably lower than I think and will make me self-conscious for sweating so much (I am a professional sweater - possibly one of the sweatiest) and as such have no real desire to search it up. So far, I've been wished a Merry Christmas by five people - three complete strangers (a friendly Hungry Jacks manager, a friendly Zambrero worker and a friendly Uber driver) and two work colleagues that I won't see on Christmas (Dave and Raja). As is the norm on Friday, we went up to Mandurah where I saw a young child playing a piano that was randomly propped up outdoors (very beautifully) and a guy trying to steal some bikes from the back of a car literally as I was watching him. He left his can of beer on the car as he walked away, said to me "Better not leave any evidence aye," and then went back and grabbed it. His nonchalance was respectable.
How I feel: genuinely happy and grateful for some of the people I know, hopeful for the relaxation of the Weekend, enjoying the "summer vibes" so to speak which are specifically sweet and nostalgic to me especially in the evenings and night times.