i have always liked the word, "mundane".
however, the very concept of mundane is debatable.
dependent on the ways of life
one person's radicality is the other's mundane.
i suppose i meet many strange characters.
once, a friend said to me
"show me whatever you want, i can hardly be
shocked anymore. i see unlikely things
everyday."
she was one of my unlikely friends.
she: your hair has grown longer.
me: ya, yours too.
she: *rolled her eyes and smile*
me: i'm jealous that everyone says that you are so pretty.
she: you never make yourself up, that's why.
me: *sulked* i dun like.
me: *evil* i wanted to tell everyone that you are fat.
she: *sighed* you dun have to tell them. i tell that to myself everyday.
he: perhaps you shouldn't assume.
me: *thought* damn. that is so familiar.
he stands there, pointing fingers around, supervising.
eye-power.
do and did as he says.
she: Chauvinist!
