Today’s prompt: What is home?
Home is walking through the doors and leaving all pressures, all standards and requirements at the entrance. It’s being free from prying eyes and worrying if you’ve accidentally pulled your socks over your leggings. It’s being free from dreading another human being talking to you or asking you a question when you’re just trying to get home please leave me alone.
It’s taking off any fancy clothes, it’s taking off the uncomfortable shoes and it’s changing into baggy sweatpants and a hole-ridden hoodie. It’s giving yourself a head massage and tying your hair back up, washing your face of grime and pollution and freeing yourself from the worry that there’s lipstick on your teeth, or that your foundation is sliding off.
It’s grabbing all the snacks you can find and falling down onto the sofa in a blanket. It’s turning on the tv and watching cartoons whilst stuffing your face with sausage rolls, crisps and yoghurt after a day of carrying yourself with an air of dignified wisdom. It’s whinging, howling with laughter and burping out loud after a day of stifling your sneezes and being careful not to laugh too loud.
Today’s prompt: Something to remember
That thing: you should never have to convince anybody to give a shit about you.
For so long I had this idea that you could make somebody support you if you just prove to them that you’re worth supporting. Well, no. I thought that if someone doesnt give a shit about you then it’s their loss. But that changes when it’s someone close to you. Friends, family, partners. I used to think that if you just convincingly prove your case, you can make someone give a shit about you.
I used to get frustrated and angry if I wanted a person to be on my side and they just wouldn’t. I was confused and frustrated and hurt. I used to be angry if someone who meant a lot to me was so pressed on being diplomatic, because I wholeheartedly throw diplomacy and logic out the window when it comes to someone that means a lot to me.
I realise I was an idiot.
6) How would you describe happiness?
It’s when you don’t want to go to sleep because you want to taste the air and hear the noises and feel the cold; you want to be there living your life instead of being semi-dead. And it’s when you can’t wait to sleep just so you can lay in bed a while, replaying memories or thoughts in your head until you fall asleep; you blink and it’s tomorrow, and you get to live all over again for another day. And you can never remember what you dreamt of last night because you didn’t; your reality is better than any dream you could ever have. It’s when you’re walking home on a stormy night without an umbrella, or anything at all, to protect you and you laugh when you feel the rain soaking you through to your skin, making your clothes damp and your makeup run, and you feel gross. And you walk slower and laugh some more because you feel alive and grateful. When you notice the cute well-behaved kids, when you notice the adorable old couple, when you notice the punk rocker laughing with a hipster, when the sun hits you from a certain angle and you feel beautiful. When you don’t have a single negative thought inside you, no bitterness, no regrets, because everything good cancels out the bad. It’s when you feel like nothing could ever take that feeling away from you and you want the world to feel the same way as you.
At least I assume so.
Now Playing: Stained Glass Eyes and Colourful Tears – Pierce the Veil
This is probably the most unrealistic vending machine ever. But how useful would a vending machine of protection be?
I’m not talking about condoms or knives.
I mean of people.
(I did say unrealistic.)
These vending machines would be placed along quiet roads, and scattered amongst those that aren’t so quiet for when the odd person strays in this direction at night. No, you can’t stuff people inside a box BUT what if you were to push a button on the machine and immediately a person who is right for your situation appears by your side in no time? Obviously, you wouldn’t have to pay for the service, and for this there would have to be a 24 hour team of ‘protection’ for each area. It’d have to be paid for through tax, but see it as an extension of the police. Of course the police will still be there, but this is for those times where you are unsure if a situation is serious enough to be calling 999.
Its for when you feel like you’re being followed home by a strange man, push a button and soon enough a huge guy or group of women will be by your side or just on the same street, watching and ensuring you’re safe
For when you’re walking home at night and there’s a bunch of rudeboys standing on the corner of the street and its highly likely that they’ll rob you. Push a button and there will be a few people walking down the same street behind you.
This vending machine is basically for the times where nothing has actually happened for you to call for help, but to prevent anything like that happening, and to make you feel safer. You could call a friend or somebody else or not put yourself in that position in the first place, but just in case you can’t.
Unfortunately, I don’t think pepper spray is legal in the UK and I absolutely despise how you’re not allowed to batter a man or woman to death if they try to touch you. (Expect a post about this later).
Anyway. I did say it was unrealistic.
Now playing: I’m Not a Vampire – Falling in Reverse