As I briefly mentioned in the previous post, the amount of strange people you meet in this city is striking, and actually one of the things I like most about London. Not only do I like the strange people, but also the strange ways you meet people. You find that you meet the most interesting ones in the most random places. Today at the market I was standing in the little booth where all stalls wash their equipments at the end of the day. This man came in and started washing his things, and we started to chat. While we were talking I could hear his phone ringing so I told him that he was ringing. He said oh yes, that's my 4o'clock alarm, to remind myself not to forget to visualise and to think happy thoughts. Apparently, each day at set hours this man takes a minute to think about his dreams and visions, and in that way keeps focusing on what he really wants out of life. 'If you think shitty thoughts, of course that'll make you feel shitty.' The law of attraction is something that I love and I'm fascinated by the different ways people use it. This guy, Dave, was 43 years old and what he really wanted to do was to live Australia and film. He wanted to live together with other artists in a big collective and just be creative. I told him he really had all figured out and he said yeah, you have to.
I've got this app on my phone which is called 'Transform you life' or something similarly innovative. Today's post was to imagine your life without fear and face everything that happens during the day with calm. I think this all comes down to the same thing. Just dare to focus on what you want, and as Dave said, forget about the how, it will happen when you least expect it anyway. Just concentrate on yout thoughts, and it will all come together just like you want it to. When I had just arrived I decided that I would get the job at the market and the one in the cheese stall, and look at me now!
The universe is awesome.
Today I've got myself a second job, and I love it! This summer I will be cutting cheese and steeming milk. I love cheese. And milk. Wonder if you could combine steeming milk and cutting cheese, like opening a cheese/coffee shop, where you can browse around isles of cheese, sipping on a flat white. Or a long black. Yeah.
In both of my work places I've ran into creepers and weirdos, both Hackney and Borough market are filled with them. I think I've been blessed with some kind of super power to attract them. They come up to me out of nowhere, and through the years I've learned how to appreciate them.
Anyway, I love London and I never want to leave.
Today I realized that I no longer speak English, it's rather an awkward mumble which is hoping to find it's way to what I want to say. It's really annoying when you're around new people, because they just assume that you are boring as milk and then you notice that that's what they're thinking, and this is when the real akwardness begins. Today I managed to keep it in though, but I can feel it boiling inside of me. It was about to explode, like a vomit, onto the table stuffed with all the different kinds of onion you can imagine. Even this text is futile, uninteresting, scattered and I don't know. I don't know. What I do know is that today the clouds had holes in them, and I could relate.
I moved home and then I moved back home again. So now I'm kind of home. Again.
I got a job in a cheese stall, and a bed in a kitchen. I wouldn't want it any differently. My flatmate is a sneaky flapjack, and I love her. Stokey already seems different, and it got us to thank. Not that Stokey needs any change though, I think it's probably the best place on earth. Or at least in London. The thing I was afraid of with moving to London was the fact that I won't be able to move from here when the summer ends. And I was right. But! I am moving to another awesome city, and it will be great. Life is good. It's filled with fat and sugar, beer, and morning runs. And homous, naturally.
I will start to write here again, I like blogging. And, it's very east London.