Day Hundred Thirteen

First day off

for the season

and I make separate lists of what

needs to be done.

I do

some chores

in a chilled pace

and decide to go out for food

and blogging.

I see the bus

passing by the bus stop on the main road

as I'm walking three minutes away.

It starts to spit 

and I'm asking the universe 

'please don't make me hate you today'.

I have a fear of being out in the rain

with no car.

It makes me feel helpless.

And it started in England

in terrible

terrible

cold rainy

weather conditions.

I snap back

what's the worse that can happen

I'll walk back home.

I get to the bus station.

No rain.

A small

confident

girl

walks by

in model mode

in her mum's peep toes

and loudly says hi to me

as she walks past.

I confidently say hi too;

appreciating her girlhood.

A surreal moment there before I take a selfies

for social media purposes.

I get to the pub.

'One table..

for one,

please'.

It's an English pub

with nice jazz music

and it ironically makes me miss the UK.

Dark brown 

wooden tables

and burgendy carpet floors.

I pick a corner where I can sit away from 

the football fans who will arrive to watch the football later.

To my right, diagonally

three British girls

considered overweight

talk about smoothies while having beer

and while waiting for

pub food.

And I'm not judging.

I'm observing life and its

beauties.

The effects of social pressures

and that

the moment you set yourself free;

you become very detached of needs

such as the need to diet.

..more so because social pressures

are what made you overeat 

in the first place.

Brocolli soup is amazing.