Sleeping Boy.

Euan speaks in his sleep. Not only does he speak in his sleep, but he seems to wind himself up while he sleeps, too.

He lays there, whispering to himself about monsters eating old school friends and every few seconds he flips his hair out of his face. I am amazed that his neck hasn’t broken in life. Every few seconds he just flicks his hair… I don’t know how he has survived this long. He must always have back pain. I’m sure he should be about six foot, but all the back pain and slouching has made him smaller. Poor wee Euan.

Euan has the weird belief that the stools in his house think they are tables. I still can’t get my head around it. He just said it in town one day; “All the stools in my house think they are tables”… he said it is because they always have stuff sitting on them. To be honest, in most houses I wouldn’t attribute the behaviour to the object, but Euan’s house is weird.

That was the same day that Euan told me he only had one outfit, and that every night he would wash it on his little washboard in a stream. I suspected “stream” to mean “river”, but it might be a juicy stream of urine. Who knows with this boy?

Thinking Aloud; Relationship Metaphor.

A person is like a forest. And when you start a relationship, you have to work to make that forest into a nice garden. And then even when you have the garden, you still need to look after it, ie; cut the grass occasionally... (I am loving this metaphor, by the way :P) but eventually if you do want to end it, everything will go back to normal. It may take time to recover, but it will eventually become overgrown and a forest again.

The Alpha and Omega

So I am a Christian now. I decided today. Christianity helped Johnny Cash get off of drugs and he died happily knowing that he'd meet God one day. It truly is just a happier alternative to death and then nothing. ALSO, because I am off Irish decent, I can drink like Hell and not feel as bad.

So, it's time to start being nicer to people. I also have to forgive, accept and stop judging. But then again, if Jesus can die for all of us, then surely I can stop judging people.

Anyway, bible time.

Aspiration.

What would be better than getting yourself a backpack and just walking? Maybe finding an inlet, outlet or a shake-it-all-about-let in a hill and just living there alone. I’d bring one of my chickens so I’d have eggs, and if worst came to worst, a make-shift KFC. Steal some seeds from my mum’s greenhouse and make a wee farm for myself. I would just live happily, with a few pens and a pad of paper. I’d teach myself to draw. I’d never have to see another person ever again. Maybe I’d get a goat. No, I’d definitely get a goat. I’d need it. Goat or a dog? Goat. A goat is a loyal animal; easy to trust. I think it’s the beard… it’s hard to doubt a person/animal with a beard, unless they’re homeless. But ironically enough, that is what I would be.