I was walking along the harbor today, only to find a seagull floating in the water, upside down, quite dead. A child and her Granddad were walking ahead of me, and she cried out,
-"Granddad, look at the bird!"
-"Oh, yea," her Grandfather replied, "It's a seagull."
So then there's me... brimming with desperation to give the cheesiest "Water way to go," I could muster.
*j'adore, le chez*
But this was ever so slightly trumped (and by that I mean blown out the brothel) by the pair's following conversation:
-"Granddad, what's the tide?"
-"Well it's like the sea, isn't it(?)."
That was all he said. I just wanted to jump in there and give it all the gravitational pull of the moon etc. with all the frilly jumping up and down, apple falling anecdotes, and spinning about.
It's like the nonchalance, apathy and anxiety is so deeply ingrained that it wont let me have some fun when I have the chance. Not going with it was so irrational.