All Those Hammock-y Things

This week was weird.

I realized how important hammocks can be, and I realized what it feels like to have a friend break your hammock.

I realized the importance of mock crochet, and how each stitch is messy and beautiful and can be undone in any second because it was never meant to make anything lasting.

I realized the importance of having extra cash, but I also realized how cute it can get when nobody knows what they're doing.

I realized the importance of Gaviscon - oh ye holy medicine candy. That sweet white walker lava spilling down your throat and eating the fire in the belly of the beast away.

I realized the importance of (Cocoa Butter - Aloe Vera) After-Sun lotion, especially after the pasty piña colada that passes for Malibu sunblock.

I realized the importance of cheeky sunglasses; they really do make you see the world with new eyes.

I realized the importance of fixing things creatively, and using your resources to make your environment more interesting - in infinitely creative ways.

That's when I realized the importance of fixing your hammock - you know, the one that your friend broke - creatively.

I realized the importance of sitting on the beach, huddled up in all your comfort items, next to a book. That book can be a stolen beach book retelling the story of a little girl who still believed in monsters, and that book can be the majestic "Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad - and other stories.

I realized the importance of having a friendly bald friend who knows how to play games with you and keep them up for days - even when you're not

I realized the importance of having a friendly female who knows how to pick dresses and can do wonders with coconut oil.

I realized the importance of coconut oil on the beach.

And the importance of fixing sunglasses.

I realized the importance of having someone around who insists on making, creating and recreating inside jokes - for the pun of it.

I realized the importance of having a flow-y scarf that knows how to stay put on a beach one night, when a very old wanderer came and asked us questions about life, the universe and everything - then left us with an inside joke about quantum physics.

I realized the importance of letting go every once in a while - even if it's on a hammock with half of  my butt out into the wilderness and my fingers remotely calling out weird music in the sky.

I realized the importance of insects to men, and of men to insects.

I realized the importance of taking an extra minute to make sure you're comfortable, and how good it feels to wake up to a beach instead of the brazenly hot asphalt.

I realized that hanging out with a friend inside the water is a whole other island of Pokemon that I hadn't explored yet.

I realized the importance of having electronics within reach, and the importance of having electronics out of reach.

I realized the importance of frying pancakes, and what that means in the bigger picture of things - especially when said pancake is well-timed.

I realized the importance of having nail polish on hand, for whenever you can splay comfortably enough in your seaside cave.

I realized the importance of bungalows, and the importance of the complete absence of urban landscaping in open space.


I realized how that can throw you off, and on again with the swing of a hammock - until you fall in the middle in perfect equilibrium, and figure out how to go to the bathroom without being stalked by any manner of wild beast.

I realized the importance of fat copybooks, and the importance of having mathematics splayed out where your snorkel gear should be.


I realized the importance of Mr. Incredible, and all those sweet animation videos that we view or make in self-defense.

I realized the importance of having secret conversations, and being able to have secret conversations, with your bear-bae.

I realized the importance of post malone, and I realized the importance of pre malone.

I realized the importance of man buns, and the importance of admitting you like them.

Oh, and did I mention the hammocks? I really want one in my room, lol.

Hugging Trees

i looked in the balcony today and looked at the trees the way i did as a kid

it made me realise how much of a weird child i was. Sitting there, looking at trees, in my free time.

the crow nest i was watching is gone, nothing left of it now. i guess the grandsons decided pursuing the family home wasn't important. It was just a hollow in the tree now, and the tree became less of a life jungle thing and more like a dead log standing there like RGB on paper.

which color palate do i fit in now?