The deep, dark and romantic corners of my mind
I should be packing. I want to get some shopping in, before getting my cousins out of “kinder garten”…
It’s funny how being in Geneva always makes me hungry. I eat about two times as much as I do in Amsterdam. My grandmother said that the brain takes up quite a lot of energy. To me, this is a logical explanation for something I was already wondering about for quite some time… I stay thin, yet I eat so much. (You do the math)
I don’t know it it’s the low oxygen level here, that makes me hallucinate and tink I have all the wisdom in the world, or if it’s the change of scenery that makes me go all phylosophical, and puts my brain in overdrive, when I’m here.
I’ve noticed time and time again, how on Saturday afternoon, the amount of totally drunk and wasted people is so high. Maybe it’s the cold, maybe it’s just the introvert and shy Swiss taking their one chance in the week to get drunk. Saturday’s shopping done, lets get wasted in time to make it to church on Sunday without a hangover :-)
I had a nice little party at my uncles house on Saturday. I guess about 100 – 120 people showed up. Half an hour after the party started, I counted over 60 coats in the wardrobe alone…
Parties always make me think, specially ones where I hardly understand anything that is going on, because it’s all in French for instance.
As my mind can’t find ways to occupy itself, because no one is listening to the ranting that goes on inside of it, my mind starts wondering.
Dancing really is a mating game, rather than a dating game.
If I have a son, he’s getting dance classes, the difference between good dancers that can lead and those who suck is huge :-)
I love occupying my mind with little questions, like is the feeling of being drunk, made worse by not being able to understand a language?
(Honestly, if after four beers, I feel totally wasted, because I just don’t get the world anymore, it must be that)
It all left me with this curious feeling, as if I was seeing the world for the first time, realising things for the first time, experiencing life for the first time. It was a feeling that lingered.
As I contemplated on life, the universe and everything yesterday, whilst looking out over the lake, to the snow covered mountains, being colored in beautiful shades of orange and pink in the sunset, the Mont Blanc towering majestically over them all, I realised how small we all are.
I realised that no matter how deep I think my thoughts are, it’s nothing that was never thought before and nothing that will never be thought again, and yet here are these mountains, they have seen it all, they will see so much more…
If only they could talk.
But in a way they do, the tell tales of beauty and wisdom, by their sheer presense.
As the snow is melting on the sunny slopes around me, I realise that it no longer is of any use to hide in the shadowy, yet very romantic, corners of my mind. After all, even though the warmth and light vaporises the sweet romantic image of the snow, it brings color and hope of new life.
It’s time to return to my normal world.
I need to pack, do some shopping and I have a flight to make in the early hours of tomorrow morning.