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by KimFly Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Psychology · #1258934
This story is no of provocating goals.
One close to summer month I fixed up a joint and headed off to work later on.The weather was just marvelous, it's all sparkling with positive and inspiration.The more I was goin the more I was realizing that life aint no that shit like they used to talk around.I was slowly nonchalantly moving down the street listening to Radiohead and figuring out my own stuff. To tell you the truth I never before felt myself so happy. Though I had dozens and tons of problems to be solved the next minute I wasn't just giving a damn about it all.They kind of disappeared. Appeared from nowhere and disappeared back there. So as I was gettin' closer to my bus stop I came across one strange thing that confused the hell out of me. Like I was goin' on my way to get on something and haul to my work all of a sudden I heard somebody talking beside me.I sort of turned my head backwards as far as it was possible and saw a woman. She was going right behind me staring ahead and talking.Just simply talking.Walkin' and talking.I dont know if where you live it's normal but after awhile of thinking I came to conclusion that it wasn't alright. At first I thought she was talking to me and even tried to fix my perceptions and hear what she was trying to say. But the damned woman was shooting the speed like of the racing car.She was giberrish and it was all like bla-bla. Soon she overtook me and I was pleased to observe her back.She had dark hair and long black coat down to her kneels. So I was walking and watching her talking:) When we got to the bus stop I sat not to disturb me feet with useless forces and kept an eye on that weird woman.As a matter of fact she was also waiting a bus but stood aside from me.Still talking.Can you imagine that? It seemed the could talk for ages, non-stop like a stream flows from a water-fall.I pushed all my forces to catch at least an understandable sound out of her mouth but heard nothing.Cuz as I mentioned above the only thing I could decipher was only bla-bla and crap.That thing embarrased me greatly and I started to thing about it.I pictured a fancy city where all people would always talk.They would talk at night bothering other citizens also talking.They would bother each other all the time and could be put to the Guiness Book and the most talkative city in the universe.They would also talk with themselves on the streets, in the bars, movies, museums, caffes and schools. They wouldn't be able to eat cause their verbal diarrhea would fail to be able to make them do something else but always talking.Can you imagine what would happen in their government?:) yeah,the strange city amused me alot.But it was time for me to move on not to be late to work so I got up and headed to my bus having forgotten about the weird woman. It was probably one of the best rides on a bus for me.It was like a small part of positiveness dropped down into my life.I saw a girl..Dont think I'm insane and never saw girls:) The thing was that she wasn't no usual girl, not one from that ordinary chicks who always try to put as much make-up on their face to make it look like hot-sexy-perverty ladies on posters, she was something special.She was like an embodyment of all good and pleasant on the planet.Her face was just captivative.Her eyes were deep blue moving all the time looking on everything around.She had a nice shape and dyed blonde hair looking as if it had been fixed with hair crimper.The funny thing was her jacket.It was black designed like old russian hussars'.She was in dark blue jeans and shammy nice shoes holding some package over on her kneels.I sort of started discovering her emotions.The first moment she was looking on the pedestrians on the sidewalkes, the next minute she was gazing stores, buildings, advertisements, people's faces, cars, storefronts and more.Her beautiful eyes were moving all the time.She was smiling.Her smile was probably the best smile I ever thought of, full of different emotions of happiness.When we stopped on the traffic lights suddenly she started smiling more than ever into the window.Then she blinked and turned her face aside smiling.I looked into the same window and saw a nice tiny baby-boy making faces from the opposite bus window.He was cute.He was childlishly smiling and putting his small fingers upon the window.The girl was also looking at him smiling.This was so awesome.Two amazing God's creatures were smiling to each other! What could be more impressive? This all raised my mood on the highest level and I was almost to tell her that her smile was unforgetable but suddenly I caught myself on a thought that I might miss my stop staring on the girl.And I was right in time.I looked thru the window and noticed that I was supposed to get off. The rest of my way to work I was thinking of these two sort of adventures with me.Maybe they can seem nothing special but it gave me a strong doze of energy and positive emotions for the next few hours;) And even now sitting at work in the front of the screen I come to the point that living high means seeing the world from another side.From the side of happiness and pleasant moments which we fail to notice being so busy with daily problems and routine.Thats how I want to live! Live your life like you want to.Dont miss the eventual splash of bliss for you;)
Kim

Location:Flying High
Mood: giggly
Music:Enigma - I Love You I'll Kill You
Tags: good morning joint

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