Creative beings
Theres something so very refreshing about people. They inspire me, make me reflect on life in new ways; and they don't even have to be my friend or even somebody I know. I was rushing through Coquitlam centre last week after class, completely unaware of anybody - I was quite eager to catch the 160 on time. However, this old Asian man comes up to me and says hello. Usually only pervy men talk to me. Anyhow, the fact that this complete stranger said hi to me really touched me. I don't usually think about the connections I have with the world, with the people, but small things out of the blue really make life unique and rare. Sure, this fellow may not have told me an inspirational story, but him just reaching out to connect to others is warming. I mean, we're all stuck here with each other anyway, why not connect.
I've spent the last 2 years studying women's studies, and it feels like it was just yesterday I took my first course on it. In these past 2 years I haven't really connected with many of the people in the program. Sure, theres the random walk during break, or the bus ride home together, but these aren't really intimate conversations. Small talk sucks, in every way. Yes, I do take an active interest in the weather but I don't need to talk about it with every person that I happen to meet in the elevator. However, being in my last women's studies designated course at Douglas, I decided to actually talk to someone with whom I've taken a dozen of classes with. We're both quite shy people, and we obviously have a similar interest in our lives, so why not strike up a real conversation. Sure, we can talk about our university-bound futures but thats kinda boring as well. I'm one of those people who is always talking about the inappropriate, so hopefully I didn't scare her away (especially since we sit next to each other in class). Its tough being shy, but having someone who you can rely on in a class can really be beneficial. And its rad to be able to discuss concerns together, actually she's quite the sarcastic comedian - I'm in love! hah. Yet in these past 2 years we haven't spoken much at all, yet we both know each other... now, I don't want anybody to know me from the outside only, but rather the inside. Which is kinda weird because being a goth kid for years and years all I wanted was for people to look at the outside and know me that way, which is exactly the opposite of now. Sure, I still love goth clothes and heavy industrial music, but theres so much more that is important... and nobody will know that just by looking at me.
Its also come to my attention that everybody these days claims to be creative. We all love to take photos, we love to write, to paint, etc. Yet many so-called creative people really aren't actively creative. Its one thing to have a creative mind, but its another to actually create something. Its never occurred to me, really, that I'm an actively creative person. Maybe its the fact that because I have so much spare time I indulge myself in self-expression, or maybe its that I don't watch television. Who knows! But I do know that I love being creative, its really fun. I love me. Yet I love my friends, I love hearing their thoughts, opinions, or even about their personal life - in their own words, not facebook status updates. Its really difficult to be creative if we can't take the time out to really express ourselves. And I don't mean this in the hippy-circle kinda way, but a way where we can reflect and share, from daily events to personal opinions. For those of you who do share their time and thoughts with me, be it from a personal poem to an informal blog rant - THANK YOU! The connections we make with one another are truly priceless. Sharing the unexpected-ness of the human experience humbles us all. Like, this morning at 4am, a fucking bird lands on my balcony (which is connected to my bedroom) and screams out "MRRRRRAWWWWWW!" over and over again. I swear my balcony has become an all-hours bird social. I wish I had a B.B. gun for that moment, but, really, I love birds. So the moral is, folks, write in your livejournal or your blog, post your photographs online, share a novel with me; but please share the wealth of your creativity. So then we can all laugh at those wacky birds together.