Did you know that sunkisses get you high?
Yesterday was a good day. I actually got up in the morning, which is when I usually fall asleep. The weather was beautiful – blue, sunny and breezy. Perfect day to spend bumping into strangers on the roads, rather than on the internet from behind your keyboard. I went out to a Mexican restaurant with a couple friends in the afternoon, and seeing how glorious the weather was, we decided to have cocktails. I had a Zombie. Yes, that’s correct. I drank a Zombie. It had Rum and Brandy, and pineapple and orange juice. And some kind of syrup. The description had me intrigued, so I ordered one. It was mellow, sweet and sour at the same time. I think it brought alive my half-asleep, almost dead mind which was not used to human contact and interactions that early in the day. So Zombie, you lived up to your name. Good job (but next time I’m going for the Mexican Woo Woo another friend ordered. That was just like its name too. Full on woo woo :P). One friend asked the waiter for sombreros (because he’s badass), and the sweet man gave one for each of us. So, we wore our sombreros, had our yummy cocktails, headed to the beach, had oysters, got our feet kissed by the cool water, had our bodies kissed by the hot sun, and had banana icecreams before returning home. It was really a good day. The kind of day that makes your bones hum with laziness, and makes your body sigh with happiness.
I think the beauty of the whole day got me high. Sunkisses do that to you.
I was in the mood to make love to words anyway. I’ve always been a strange bird, and I’ve always been in love with words. But sometimes I want words to fall in love with me. So I ramble and try to carve them into my skin, the way a woman would as she presses herself down on her lover. Words escape all the time. They are ignored, mistreated, replaced, thrown out. They sometimes run away on their own, trying to find meanings of their own. Sometimes, you just need to hold them down, show them how much you need them, stay up tuning into every meaning they could possibly hold and hide, until they hum and get released perfectly. Then you sleep with them, holding them close to your heart and mind. What would you call that? I call it making love.
My mind wanted me to continue rambling. So there I was, once again pouring out everything that my hands were automatically typing without thinking. Without hesitation. Without a second glance. Ramblings are good. You need them in your life. I’m not a person who rambles always. I babble a lot, I know. But ramblings are different. They are more personal. More human. Full of truths. Full of new words just made out on the spot. Like Zomble. I just made it up. Because Zombie is a part of the reason I was high and I was on a ramble. Join them. Zomble. Genius, huh? My mind was in zomble mode, people 😀 Now you’ll know what I mean when I use this word in the future.
I love my life. There. I just wanted to put it out there. Do I have other close friends? Yes. Do I tell them I love them? Occasionally. Do I tell them I love them all the time? Nope. Do I love them like I love my life? Nope, again. Interesting, how I’ve known my two close friends for almost 4 and 3 years now, and I’m discovering myself for only a short time. now. Do I love myself more and them less? No. I don’t think you can compare love. I don’t think one is less than the other. But I do think that it’s a different kind of love. It’s a kind of love which is as simple as it is complicated, just like I am. It’s filled with very human emotions, very fragile thoughts, an admirable amount of naughtiness, a healthy amount of respect, a glorious amount of humor, sweetness, honesty and a dash of uncertainty and insecurity (from my side). Oh, and it is filled with pages and pages of words. Some of them already in my phone and drafts, but so many more unsaid ones for the future. It’s RogueCat type of love 😀 Too much?! I can’t stop giggling after typing that. I think you must’ve gone, “Hell, no! She did not just hyphenate their names, that crazy woman!” Relax, I’m just joking and demonstrating my new word-making skills.
That’s it. That’s all I had to say. I just wanted to tell the world that you can get high on sunny days and lose your mind-filters. And that’s okay. And fun. So, go out if you get a chance and get sunkissed one of these summer days, people.
I turned back to my non-rambling, mostly babbling self today. And I think that’s okay too. As cool as rambling Cat is, the everyday one ain’t bad either.
“I wish he got high. Sunkisses do get you high. But words do to. Letters get you high. And he’s getting quite a few of them today.”
PS. I have decided that Sombreros are awesome. They protect you from the sun, make your head look small and pretty, and they’re totally whack. Yes. Whack. So, I shall wear sombreros, drink Zombies and sing Spanish love ballads from now on. As I didn’t have time to draw today, here’s a photo of me and a friend enjoying Zombies and Woo Woos instead.