L’heure entre chien et loup

Getting into relationship is exchanging each other’s universe. I want someone who has his own universe, so I can explore his big, and different cosmos. Some people just don’t have their own. I often think whether my world is interesting to travel or NAH from his point view…
Over the years, I became less hyped person. I easily got excited by anything, anyone very often and now I don’t even surprise even though Romi broke her ribs by accident, I’d just say

“well.. yeah”

Is it because my life has become more predictable? I mean.. now I have something to do everyday, I sleep regularly, sex regularly, eat regularly, everything is regulated. I’m living like normal people. Getting paid same amount of money every week, I know what I can, and can not, I know how many people I can be close to, I know where I can go, I know what I can buy if I save up certain amount of money for certain time, I know how much I weight if I don’t eat for a few days, I can skip a few meals if I think I’m like FAT. Everything comes to estimate-able number, I can calculate it based on my life experience. Being bit more harsh, I can see my whole life to death if nothing is changed. That’s fucked. Even though most of people happy with this kind of life span, it’s brutal if you can predict end of your life from this young age. I don’t want it to come too quick. I want surprise, I want to get excited when I just wake up sometimes.. These days, I wake up, and think

“well.. yeah”

Over the years, arguing “right and wrong” is so overrated, I mean… I’m doubting every time when I have to choose between this and that, there seems no middle. Sink or swim , all or nothing.. Being vague became such uncool thing, having your strong voice and arguing with opponent is happening everywhere from some point. You need to vote between yes or no, choose between this girl and that girl, We even categorise people by star sign or blood type and it seems save some of your energy and time, because we have only certain type of people, if someone doesn’t fit in any category, call them weirdo and treat them differently. Diversity does not exist any more even though population has been growing up by geometric progression. There must be more weirdo than before, so they made up some diseases such as ADHD, BPD, Peter Pan syndrome etc instead of respecting more about severalty. 

Because it’s now 100 years old generation, my 20’s agony will become 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. I’ll always worry about my opaque identity, will always fluster between reality and ideal, will be indecisive over two opinions. Well it’s life obstacle when I go Coles and stand in front of ice cream section… should I get ben and jerry’s or snickers… or maybe sugar free because I’m on diet?

L’heure entre chien et loup, The hour between dog and wolf, or the time between dog and wolf. In the time of dusky dawn, or evenfall, unclear silhouette is approaching here and you are unsure it’s whether your be loved dog or wolf that will harm you for sure. the ambiguous moment that is hard to distinct between friend and enemy, the equivocal moment that is hard to distinct between right and wrong.. what to do? what should I do if the 개와 늑대의 시간 comes to me? ㅎㅎㅎ


17 thoughts on “L’heure entre chien et loup”

  1. La prise de risque est comme une drogue. Au début un peu de cocaïne frotté autour du trou du cul se sent bien, mais finalement, quand il devient normal, l’excitation disparaît.
    Dans la vie, cela continuera à se produire. Rien ne reste excitant pour toujours. Continuez à essayer de nouvelles choses pour toujours ou vous vous évanouirez. Avez-vous déjà essayé de prendre un caca debout?
    “Trente Sept”

      1. Typique!C’est un bon poste Chelsea, tu est trés gentile et une femme intellectuel!

        1. Avez vous apprécié? merci, j’utilise encore google traducteur. Je pense que je m’ennuie au travail maintenant … bien si … Je veux juste aller à la plage et faire mon auto pour être cuit. Je veux être comme Iggy Minaj

  2. c’était nicki minaj pas iggy minaj, ㅋㅋㅋ … si vous travaillez à marrickville vous sentez la cuisson des biscuits .. c’est très bien. parce qu’il y a une usine de pain de banane juste à côté de bordel.

  3. Excuse my French, even if I’m not going to use any, because that joke is getting pretty tired and weary, ho hum, but Chazza brings up an interesting point (which I didn’t need to translate.) And that is, Chelsea, are you, like, Brainy?? Did you sail past your grades at school and uni?
    I give an impression of being reasonably smart, but that is only because I know how to disguise my limitations.

  4. I didn’t mean the French, I meant about the thoughts you expressed in your post. Are you, like, Brainy? Were your grades in school good and did you find school and uni easier than others did?

    1. I was fat kid! haha hehe but thanks 🙁 i don’t know whether I deserve this much compliment

  5. wait, wasn’t it real bc? damn this blog I can’t check IP address, so feel free to troll!

    1. Might I, be forthright, but you are, just so, so smart. I picture you, studying away, at school. Tell me, did the boys ever look up your dress?? If i went to uni, it would be down the top, i would stare HaHa! Why did you change the layout? You change, like the season, cold to hot, but always Brainy!

      1. thank you! you always make me high high from ego stroke. but… as soon as I imagine myself put matryoshka inside of my…. I… i’m depressed…ha ha!jokes! have a nice day.

  6. When you get married and have kids your life direction will change big time. It won’t be the same all the way to the end, so don’t worry about that!
    This blog is just a moment in time, and it depends on your circumstances right now. If you want to keep writing when you go domestic, you are going to have to find a new audience for it. By then we’ll all be forgotten, and seeing as how we are anonymous anyway , there may really be nothing to forget.

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