|Stranger than fiction.
||[Feb. 6th, 2010|02:00 pm]
When I was in my late teens and living in England, a friend said to me that my life sounded like it would be a good plot for a soap opera, except the watershed would be so late, it could never be shown.|
Life continued like that for my second first year. Like getting locked into someone's apartment in Rathmines while they went to Blackrock (for people who aren't aware of Dublin, that's a long distance) for sausages - I need to mention they didn't have a car. I managed to find myself on the gay boat on my outgoing and return journeys when I was inter-railing.
These days, I consider my life to be kinda tame, and not all that interesting. There are less of those smack-in-the-face "I could put this in a book and it would be written off as purely unbelievable" moments, or maybe I'm just desensitized to a lot of it.
I needed to say all this because I want you to try the following:
Imagine you hear "Everyone in this restaurant, even the Satanists. Know that God loves you" shouted, while you're sitting in Burger King with a Lithuanian Grandmother biting your fingernails, while you're drinking hot coffee through a straw.
That happened to me last night. It was an act of sheer willpower not to cackle at the surreality of it all.