The closest to being high I've ever gotten

Today I am wearing a polar bear jumper and tights with polka dots all over them.

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Oh, and I just thought you’d all like to know: Today will be a good day.

My morning started off with a trip to an unexplored coffee shop in Elizabeth Arcade for my morning chai and banana bread. Naturally, I ended up reading the paper (‘The Australian’). Two minutes in, I instantly regretted this decision—so what did I do? I kept on reading, obviously.

A/N: I have given up reading newspapers for the past few weeks, because the pages spewing with biased shit tend to leave me in a rather… ‘unsettled mood’. (In other words, after merely reading the headlines I am usually ready to punch someone in the face.)

Anyway, today I decided to take a chance, and was unsurprisingly left angrier than ever. When, oh when, will this silly girl learn? I was huffing, shaking my head, and not particularly quietly ‘mouthing’ ‘WHAT!’ under my breath. I noticed not until I came up for air that there was a business looking dude watching me on the other side of the room with a rather bemused expression on his face— I am 90% sure he was trying to hide his laughter, but perhaps he was just stifling a cough. I’m glad at least my anger produced positive side effects for someone!

I will not dwell upon the details of what I read, for I fear this will just turn into a rant, which NOBODY wants. ON WITH THE STORY!

I eventually left the quaint little store, with steam coming from both the chai in hand, AND my ears. My relaxing morning had definitely not worked out as I had wanted it to.

And then the strangest thing happened.

I felt this incredible sense of calm. I suddenly felt as if I was the only person on earth. It was as if I was aware of every little thing, yet totally oblivious at the same time. Every breath I was taking, every hair on my body became apparent. And then suddenly, people! There were people everywhere! I mean, so many people! Thousands of people—MILLIONS OF PEOPLE! Perhaps I was having a panic attack, but it felt totally wonderful.

At this stage I was in the middle of the street, staring off into space. The ‘walk’ light had turned green, and I was stood there stationary, people dodging me as they crossed the road. Some looked very concerned. ‘I’m okay!’, I announced to the world. ‘I’m okay!’ My spaced out expression turned into a smile. My smile became a grin.

And then came the laughter.

I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

And.

Laughed.

I’m sure everyone thought I was high as a kite, but I promise I was not. For those couple of minutes, I felt the most alive I have felt in months. Everything… Was magic. I could smell things I never had, hear things I would not have picked up on. I swear I could feel the very earth moving under my feet.

You guys understand what I’m getting at. I was very, very… alive. I won’t bore you with the rest of the details of this story, but I did end up having a wonderfully uplifting conversation with ‘Greg’, the homeless guy with a pink beard that sells the 'Big Issue'. I manically asked a woman for the time, and sang as I strolled along George street.

I’m back to my usual, cynical, optimistic-pessimist self now.

But wow. What a strange and wonderful experience.

People are so weird.