The happy place

I was listening today, on my last day of work, to the Irreligious album by Moonspell. It’s my favourite one, not because the best track is on there, but rather because every single track (except Raven Claws) is 100/100

And that’s my firm conviction

My cousin, a great philosopher, he played me this album a long time ago and it blew my mind then.

It was during my most eccentric period of life, I had a green cape and green nail polish which miscoloured my nails, a green jacket and hair which was also green, a green hoodie cut in a Romulan fashion. (From star trek of course).

I don’t know why I was so strangely clothed back then, I think it may have been a natural progression of the style I adopted in high school, a rejection from a norm which I felt had rejected me. I wasn’t aware of anyone dressing like this.

Only by becoming very strange, I found a sense of self deep within.

Or something, I felt like something.

This was not to get attention, but rather a way to not disappear. Or maybe a way to seize control of my life. Or maybe a ward against ”normal” people.

So we lent this CD or a copy to the girl I was in love with at the time, she who spat in my food. I remember lending it to her because her favourite track was Raven Claws.

But this is of course all in the past, just like the job I just finished.

And I just try to navigate this life as best I can.