Chapter two: Outsider
Ahhh!...There you are again!
Nice to see you! (or is it?
can't really say cause I can't see you!)
Well...since you are still here and I am still here ( New year's onion-soup still on fire ) let's chitchat.
Did I mention that it was new year?
Yes indeed it is new year!
Well...actually it is New year's eve.
What year is it?
Why should that matter?
You are here and I am here and this is the year you and I are reading this sentence together.
It is New Year.
Lots of stuff happens in the New year here.
People try to buy new cloth and eat chicken and go broke before the year even begins.
But that's not just it.
Stuuufff happens- that's got ntn to do with people!
Like the rain gets moody and starts surprising people with hail attack and pretends to be a victim and starts wailing and crying drizzles the very next second.
Next thing you know, thunder God is playing tag in the clouds with his kids cause you will see a beautiful star-sprinkled night sky with beautiful mushy-puffy violet-purplish clouds then Bam! you see a lightning flash.
Then if you are a coward as I am who values her life but doesn't know why, you will duck, cover your ears expecting a loud thunder clap and run to the living room to hide under the couch- cause there might be a monster under the bed, but never under the couch.
But no thuder clap will ever come.
You will wait and wait and wait under the couch.
You will meet the spider who lives there and meet its children and great grand children and and so you will finally stop discriminating aganist people who identify as eight legged, eight eyed, webbishkha creatures of the night of an insect diet. Yes. You will!
Then you will think there will be no thunder clap anymore...and wriggle out half your body out of the sofa when suddenly flash! Here comes lightning and the giggles of the thunder king!
You can't blame him for laughing at you. You do look ridiculous lying like that under the couch.
Ahhh! Let us let the heavens be!
Let's leave the clouds and thunders and rains and lightnings to the birds and come down to earth.
Let us see what goes down downtown!
The trees here got no racial seasonal discrimination- they ever green! Even under 'global warming and stuff'.
But there are these yellow flowers that pop up on New year. You will see green meadows with yellow patches here and there. Them yellow little things grow in new year season...
With your eyes up in the clouds playing psychatrist with the rain and runnin tag with them- thunder god children- you'll never see' em yellow foot soliders sneaking up on you.
That's about the only time women and girls from my country ever think about going to the field and picking flowers.
And THANK GOD FOR THAT!
It's not that I got issues aganist plant genitelia and stuff but...flowers are not my thing.
They're just not.
No roses for me. No non-roses as well as a matter of fact.
Anyway....
There's also a bonfire and fireworks session as well. Girls go house to house singing and getting money for their singing.
Boys do it too with the girls these days, cause well ....equality!
Just kidding.
They do it for the money.
Go girls and boys!
Go money!
Anyways,
I see everything new year. I observe every holiday head to toe- hypotetical head and toe that is...I am not interested in the physical toes.
I see everything.
as an outsider.
I never feel as part of these human things anyway.
Year after year I make a resolution to be more human...but my heart's dying on me.
Today I stood by the bonfire and tried to warm the cold out of my heart. My lungs got in the way and demanded instant breath.
I am getting sleepy. My battery is low. Same goes for my phone.
There's a lot to say about new year and about me ...but am tired.
Bibitty babady doo! Mic drop...we off to...napnap world!