Shabbat morning

After almost a month that has passed since I have written it, I really DO find it cheesy. That is one of these cases when I don't recognize the person who wrote it - always a good excuse for a piece of literary cr...eation.





8.11


12.30

Awaken with the sound of Beautiful Liar coming from the room of my flatmate at the dawn of Shabbat I am trying to recall how when and if I removed my make up upon coming back from yesterday’s wine-drinking. The dusk suddenly changed into afternoon when I opened my shuttles. Who is the beautiful liar now… I can’t say I didn’t know it was going to end like that when yesterdays evening we were going to the only open alcohol source – the gas station (or maybe a petrol one, sir?) – sharing a keynote ‘fuck shabbat’, a slogan which accompanied us since coming to Israel. We were happy to discover an offer for some local ‘speciality’ in other words a shitty wine. They know when to put these bottles on display, the crucial desperate time of Friday evening, when people flock to them like thirsty wolves with an implicit objective to get to the ‘past-participal’ state of wine-drunk. Still feeling a slight buzz I began to understand the lyrics of all these songs that I used to listen to on the rare wedding parties and family celebrations that I attended back in Poland.
Had I read this passage 3 months ago I would have taken it as a final argument explaining why I was not drinking. Perspectives change, and now even with my slightly shaking hands I am still able to type this, by which I am trying to convince myself I am not an alcoholic -how dramatic it sounds! It was not my intention.
As a summary of my present way of life I play Linkin Park – discovered with a slight delay as a band I really enjoy.


I wanna feel like I’m close to something real…

I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along

Somewhere i belong

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXW5uJYpbew