Guardian angels with bad teeth and perfect timing
So last night I decide, for good, that I'm leaving school because I don't fit in and I'm not good academically...etc. And I talk to chantal and louise and erik and dad about it, and I make up my mind to leave.
sortof scared, but resolved.
And so I'm wearing my painting pants today, because they fit and I was feeling like it....and I'm walking down the street to meet chantal at dal to see a therapist about getting a.) counceling on dropping out and b.) a note or something to give to my drawing teacher, which it turns out I don't need anyway because she's just really nice and is giving me an extension on my midterm(!!!) So I'm walking along listening to stuff about the tao de ching on my ipod....du du du....and this guy, who's like shoveling or gardening or some shit on his front step starts like yelling to me and asking me if I paint. and if I paint on canvas or just on my pants.
and what I paint.
and if I'm an artist or not, and if I'm good at it.
and if I've gotten any "prizes."
and he wants to see my art.
so I get out my sketchbook, and the most creative thing in it is a doodle about people peeing. So it's all entire crap and he's just loving it and going on about how I have a gift, etc. and his wife comes out and they're going through all of six or seven random doodles/poems/rants that are in there, because I just got it.
and they decide to councel me, in the middle of the street, on my life.
they drill me on school and what year I'm in and why I'm there and why I'm leaving and this guy is just like not accepting the fact that I'm leaving school one little bit.
He's just like, no.
no you can't.
you have to stay in school. that's where you need to be.
you need the degree. YOU are suposed to be in school.
and at this point I'm like, hey universe, what the hell. did I not JUST explain to you why I'm leaving? what gives? why are you getting this random shoveling neighbor man to step in and convince me to stay, upon only seeing my messy pants and some shitty drawings about pee?
Is it that important that I don't leave? Is everyone somehow in on this?
And I know I'm superstitious, but the way he was talking to me was like he just knew me. He could see right through me and could tell that I needed a slap in the face or something.
his reasonings for why I should stay in school right now were so specific to the problems I was dealing with that I didn't feel like it was just an old guy trying to make sure I didn't waste my opportunity.
he knew me. it was creepy.
and I totally started crying. and his wife was a sweetheart too and was an artist.
so I can't leave school I guess. Not yet anyway. When random strangers on the street become so concerned with your descisions that they need to stop you, it's time to re-evaluate.
I would say that this sort of thing happens to me more than normal. After a while it stops being coincidence.
sortof scared, but resolved.
And so I'm wearing my painting pants today, because they fit and I was feeling like it....and I'm walking down the street to meet chantal at dal to see a therapist about getting a.) counceling on dropping out and b.) a note or something to give to my drawing teacher, which it turns out I don't need anyway because she's just really nice and is giving me an extension on my midterm(!!!) So I'm walking along listening to stuff about the tao de ching on my ipod....du du du....and this guy, who's like shoveling or gardening or some shit on his front step starts like yelling to me and asking me if I paint. and if I paint on canvas or just on my pants.
and what I paint.
and if I'm an artist or not, and if I'm good at it.
and if I've gotten any "prizes."
and he wants to see my art.
so I get out my sketchbook, and the most creative thing in it is a doodle about people peeing. So it's all entire crap and he's just loving it and going on about how I have a gift, etc. and his wife comes out and they're going through all of six or seven random doodles/poems/rants that are in there, because I just got it.
and they decide to councel me, in the middle of the street, on my life.
they drill me on school and what year I'm in and why I'm there and why I'm leaving and this guy is just like not accepting the fact that I'm leaving school one little bit.
He's just like, no.
no you can't.
you have to stay in school. that's where you need to be.
you need the degree. YOU are suposed to be in school.
and at this point I'm like, hey universe, what the hell. did I not JUST explain to you why I'm leaving? what gives? why are you getting this random shoveling neighbor man to step in and convince me to stay, upon only seeing my messy pants and some shitty drawings about pee?
Is it that important that I don't leave? Is everyone somehow in on this?
And I know I'm superstitious, but the way he was talking to me was like he just knew me. He could see right through me and could tell that I needed a slap in the face or something.
his reasonings for why I should stay in school right now were so specific to the problems I was dealing with that I didn't feel like it was just an old guy trying to make sure I didn't waste my opportunity.
he knew me. it was creepy.
and I totally started crying. and his wife was a sweetheart too and was an artist.
so I can't leave school I guess. Not yet anyway. When random strangers on the street become so concerned with your descisions that they need to stop you, it's time to re-evaluate.
I would say that this sort of thing happens to me more than normal. After a while it stops being coincidence.