“All passengers aboard!!!”
Huh? That’s an odd blare to hear while sitting on a park bench. Yes, a park bench. I had convinced myself to go have a picnic with me – without the cliché basket and cloth that is. We didn’t even take any food. Just me, myself and the $3.29 notebook that came with its own tiny pen, we went and sat at Myers Park on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
As I walked down the stairs in St Kevin’s Arcade on my way to the park, I came across a middle aged lady who looked like she had been running up and down those stairs for the last hour. She was sweating like a fat man in a summer marathon. Oh step out of your PC self-righteous shadow now, will you?! When a man is fat, call him fat. If he has a problem with accepting the way he is, then he is a dolt who probably needs to lose weight but is too lazy to do so. That lady in sweats was probably once fat, until she made all her extra lipids piss through her skin, her thick skin. Fat men should learn from her.
Anyways, she came to the park after I sat down. I offered her my forced smile as she walked past me staring like she had just seen a striping nun. I was dressed ‘normal’ with my sweatpants, a T-shirt that said “Good Girls Do Bad Things” and an old scarf that said “I LOVE ETHIOPIA” wrapped around my neck. I wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. I’m not fat, or anorexic for that matter.
Although, mind you, I think a few extra kgs on my hips might do wonders to my erotically dimmed existence. Maybe she sensed my dimmed corner. So she stared! I wanted to stare back too, but my sleep deprived eyes couldn’t be bothered. As soon as I delivered my coffee stained smile, I looked away from her. She turned around and continued walking towards the bridge when she realized she can’t pin her eyes on me if she was to keep walking.
Alrighty then, time to sit back and scratch this notebook ruthlessly. Nothing came to mind. Nothing aroused my tiny pen. Maybe if that lady was a man, it would have helped my tiny pen. Or maybe if I was a man, she would have aroused my tiny pen. Well, she is oddly attractive, to pens at least. Most of the pens I’ve held in the past all had a peculiar taste in women. I assumed this tiny one would be no different. A flock of undisciplined thoughts began to roam uncontrollably in my head. So I started drawing with no preconceived knowledge of what I was drawing. While doing that, I was telling my head to be more obedient of its own attempts to re-acquaint with virtuousness.
Alas! She’s back to stare at me again. Should I just get up and leave? No no, I can take one sweaty woman! Right? I’ve dealt with sweaty men and… well, nobody won. They were all losers to begin with anyway, as am I. Though I do, sometimes consider myself a winner. I’m not sure what else I’ve won so far, but I sure as hell have won my own heart! I do love me you know. And by the looks of it, this woman could be falling in love with me too! Uh-oh I’ve never been good with sharing myself. Ok, start a conversation and break the silence – here I go advising myself again.
Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
Was that really all I could come up with?! I mean, come on! This could be a potential soul mate I’m faced with. She’s tall. Man, she is almost abnormally tall! How come I just noticed this? Under her stain-fested white Nike singlet, her tits looked like a pair of water balloons that have leaked almost all their water away. I looked up at her, now with a scared smile that’s trying to appear as genuine as possible. She didn’t say a thing. She just kept staring at me.
You seem tired, have you been running for long?”
Now I’m trying to sound like I care. She still has the same blank stare. I did a pretend sneeze to look away from her and see if there was anyone else around in the park. Some witnesses may be? In case anything unpleasant was to take place. Now I’m seriously scared. Then I decided to be brave and look her straight in the eye. I did. She seems displaced, but somehow at peace with herself. Unlike my flock of undisciplined thoughts. Through her eyes, I could see that there was harmony in her head. She sniffled and ran away, giggling like a little girl.
It was my turn to stare at her. So I did. I watched her run up and down the park like some ecstatic schoolgirl. “All passengers aboard!!!” she screamed. Then she stood in the middle of the pathway and engaged herself in a serious conversation with a person I couldn’t see. She was laughing, as if that person was making jokes. About a minute later she adjusted her ponytail and continued to call on all passengers again.
I really wanted to get on board of whatever vehicle it was she was calling them to. I wanted to be a passenger and travel to her world. But at the same time, I was scared of her. She scared me, but she aroused my pen and shipped me back to my own world. For that I thank her.
Published by October 10th, 2007 in Personal and Social.
Doro, such a magnificent piece. The imagery is brilliant – you have a knack for engaging the reader. I must say i’m getting addicted to your writing style!
Ayee, titling at its best… is arousal and pens go together very good!
doro,
Loved the last two articles very much!
Dorisha, how come we didn’t know (or should I say ‘I didn’t know) u can write! lovve ur style….ahun geen gudish, u know what’s coming right? need more!
Doro, I admire your writing style. Keep it coming!!
very interesting title….put simle on my face and said…..
i have to get back to the “arousal of P.” reading later…(for right now enough just to think about the title..i guess………..)
i just have to admit you are very creative….
enjoyed your pen drop very well……….
hmmmm…..this is kind of creative writing that makes you think. it is like a puzzle to solve and come up with your own interpretation of what it means. i aint saying, but i have so many thoughts in my mind right now …..
Dorisha, I love the piece. It is so much fun traveling in your world. I am game for the next journey, hopfully it would be soon.
Wow, very creative.
Doro – I really enjoy your writing style and the way you bring life to your stories…
your pen was aroused … and i have a hard-on for your writing.
nuff said
lol toothpick. that is one of many of what i thought too…..yuppppp nuff said
[quote comment="85244"]your pen was aroused … and i have a hard-on for your writing.
nuff said
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Hehe….you guys are a match made in heaven divided by the ocean. I say you two mix your inks and use the empty ink shells to stab at our bulging eyes dazzled by your collab creation!!
Doro I can never look at a pen the same way again lol. I would love to read more of your thoughts.
I loved this piece Doro and the style too…. More please.
Thank you Doroye!
Esti grace us with some more.
Its great to finally read your pieces. They are definitely out there, in a very good way
Doro,
You certainly can write. No doubt about that.
My only comment is you are a little too random for me. This article sounds more like a page in a big book than a blog entry. If you have noticed all the comments are about your writing style, which is magnificent without a question, but you want to have a topic as well that engages people.
I love your randomness, and the way you think minamin. You have a very unique way of looking at things. I loved everything you said on BP. But IMHO you also want to engage people in your topic as well because blogging is more fun with a lot of interactions.
All this in the name of BP love,
Dinich
My bad, I wrote your name instead of mine. I meant to put your name in the addressing.
Dorisha,sister to the Distant
yet rising star?
wide as a field of Jasmine and clover?
But right now I’m the sight-raped hunter…
blindly pursuing you as my prey.Keep It Coming!
Dinich, point taken.
and thank you everyone, for your kind words.
toothpick… you got me wet with your Brain Drops
this is pay back baby!
loving it (this & duckling)!! so playful and fun! gotta agree with D tho…whachu sayin’ girl? cos im definitely paying attention!
Felasfitttt!!! good to see you.
you know… formal and didactic stuff just aint my cuppa
I prefer to provide a piece of juicy log to any interested peckers
and I do my own pecking after I have the wood too lol it just helps me learn and practice
I’ll be interested to hear how you guys perceive/interpret these pieces tho… very much interested
friends who’ve read this have questioned my sexual orientation
they have questioned how I see men… someone else questioned if the lady is how I see my own future… lol thanks, I said.
anyhoo… whatever y’all get out of them… i be interested to hear
“Through her eyes, I could see that there was harmony in her head. She sniffled and ran away, giggling like a little girl.”
i love this line!
to me ur miss lady love
is the stimulation, the ‘extreme’ expression [according to society] and freedom of spirit that catapults u to grasp UR reality, she makes u think, holds ur attention… she’s kinda like art embodied in a way. u love her, watch her, she’s ur muse, she affects u in some way… then u move on…
btw …great to have u back dorisha!! muah!
[quote comment="85310"]Dorisha,sister to the Distant
yet rising star?
wide as a field of Jasmine and clover?
But right now I’m the sight-raped hunter…
blindly pursuing you as my prey.Keep It Coming![/quote]
that’s dope mister abraham! love that part of the movie…
[quote comment="85376"]friends who’ve read this have questioned my sexual orientation
no kiddin. hehe…really
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Doro,
This might be the line that the sexual orientation comments are based on:
” This could be a potential soul mate I’m faced with. She’s tall. Man, she is almost abnormally tall! How come I just noticed this? Under her stain-fested white Nike singlet, her tits looked like a pair of water balloons that have leaked almost all their water away.”
But I took it as a random thought because I am used to your randomness but for the serious reader it definitely hints something else.
Overall, for me this article shows that you see things with your heart and not just your eyes and that you really know how to put them down in writing. You have made an intersting article out of one ordinary, probably boring occasion. That is the mark of a good observer/writer. I suggest you keep writing.
Well, I was going to question your sexual orientation as well. But then that will be the ordinary interpretation.
Is it a squirrel???
Great piece, though!
Hello, I’m wondering what does plantas purificadoras stand for?
I truly got into this article. I found it very interesting and loaded with unique points of interest. I like to read material that makes me wonder. ThanksThank you for sharing this great content.
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