Happiness hit her,
like a train on the track.
Coming towards her,
struck still no turning back.
I always thought I was made for the "indie lifestyle" - indie music, indie movies, composting my food waste etc. This is my crude idea of being a "hippie" in the 21st century.
But after actually living in an apartment of a hippie-ish couple, I realized that I am too preppy for this. I can't walk around the apartment without shoes on, I cringe at the sight of dirt and I stare at the composting bucket and wonder what is it doing beside my dinner table.
I like my coffee with milk and sugar.
I don't like it black.
I don't like it too dark.
I like instant coffee.
I once heard Malcolm Gladwell said, "If you ask people what sort of coffee they like, they will tell you, a hearty cup of dark roast. But the fact is, most of us don't like bitter coffee. We only like the idea of a dark brew. We cannot admit that we like a weak, wimpy cup of coffee."
I like the idea of taking a stroll outside in the spring breeze.
I like the idea of frolicking in the snow.
But I rather be inside with my favorite book and a cup of instant coffee.
Wait, that could just be a good idea too.
Maybe just a cup of instant coffee.
I believe when we first meet someone we like, we fall head over heels not only caused by the neuro-chemicals but also our imagination. Our imagination is allowed to roam free of that person. We can fit that person however we like into our imagination - intellectual, adventurous, funny. But as time goes by, and as we get to know the person better, our imagination receives a reality check.
Example A - Joanne Loke's scribbles.
But if you can go past your reality check, you might discover something good that you could never have imagined. Like if you are able to get past the weirdness of the funky hair lady dancing with two avatar like figures, in the video posted above, you will kinda like the song.
I still like indie music.
And Jesus is still the truth, the way and the life.