I know, I know, we're all billionaires, it's amazing, but also really hard because....where the fuck am I going to park that second Lambo? There just isn't enough space...God, and to think the plebs imagine we have it easy.
But no, seriously, I've decided to be one of them graceful, very humble rich kids who everyone loves and admires, yeah? So, here's me doing my bit of humble-ness (or whatever you call it). I was sitting on the bus the other day - because, you know, we weren't rich-ass kids then - and I found myself with the widest grin on my face. Sitting by myself and smiling like a weirdo - basically me, in a sentence. But I had an excellent reason (this time). I'd fallen in love. Just then, on the bus.
As I read the opening paragraphs of 'The Lesser Bohemians', I knew I'd found a mate, someone who understood me. Literally. Now, this is one of those amazing books that doesn't care about punctuation, or proper words or sentence structure. It's crazy in the most wonderful way because the writer doesn't write. She's literally thinking on the page (well, the main character is, but still) and that's refreshing, to say the least.
I move. Cars move. Stock, it bends light. City opening itself behind. Here's to be for its life is the bite and would be start of mine.
Exactly.
That's how the book starts and I'm already in over my head. Why? Because it captured me, it's alive, and even though I'm sitting on a crowded, frozen bus, I've stepped into another world. And I love books that do that, books that take you away, from the very first word.
And this one did just that, it drew me away, it took my cold-bitten hand and pulled me inside a dark alley, full of words and vitality.
And the best thing about it is - it's free. I got it off at the library (which sadly means I'll have to return it, at some point, if I don't decide to buy off the entire library). I can be this - gloriously - happy and not have to pay a cent for it. See, yesterday I had quite a good day. Waking up late after a long night with this fantastic little read, I spent the day writing. In the evening, I went out to a conference to support a friend who was speaking. It was fun, she was happy and that made me happy. Proud, too. And then, I came home and found one of my favorite bands had just released a new song after a year-long wait. A phenomenal song, I might add. Great to get lost in, to explode.
Like the book, like my friend's smile.
Funny thing is, I didn't have time to worry about the shitty markets. Sure, it's bad, but I have so much making me happy right now. I'm not saying I wasn't thrilled to discover I'm an overnight-billionaire. Just, you know, we shouldn't forget the truly important things in life and blah-blah-blah.
Okay, you can get back to your private islands or buying France or whatever the hell you weirdos were doing.
Just, you know, stay humble.
