If life could taste like Pina Colada

 This post will be a bit different then usual Monkey Seduction's approach to audience. In exchange I can ensure it has one advantage: it is real.

 This is my reality captured in a moment, an incredible moment, making me want to share it. No matter if we have a lifestyle or no, we have something what not everybody can have- benevolence. When I was a little kid my dad was singing me a song, going more or less like this: 'Seven little dwarves were going through green forest, had ain't no money but they had a lot of time'. Life in London can be pretty much the same. 

 On Saturday morning our friend was leaving UK forever- to the cold, distant country surrounded by mountains and the sea, to get married and settle down on a farm. We have been living all together for, as it seems now, eternity. On the last evening of this time, before we went to walk him to the bus stop, we visited a place he had been working. Because of this place he used to learn Chinese and bring home excellent high-class food. 

 This is how me, Chris, Gene and Mr Charming (Vincenzo was ill and stayed in bed) spend a great night out in Peony club near bank station. With wasabi prawns involved. Life was good. 

 

The 'L' word. No, this is not what you think.

 H like Hesitating is pouring down. -That's what I thought on one lazy day in the beginning of February. The kitchen seemed to immerse in the darkness, winking with a weakening light above the dirty sink, while the hidden behind the windows space outside continued swinging the universe with persistent whistling. Maybe this is the matter of lifestyle. At least that's the argument you always hear from your parents when you gamble away fifty quit, suddenly wake up in Exeter after the week-long party in Leeds or accidentally get pregnant. Or something just as serious, for your parents of course, like getting a terrible cold or feeling low after breaking up with your part-time Latinamerican boyfriend who works at the roaming circus. 

 Mind my sarcastic language but I swear, honestly, I would have never touched 'Lifestyle issue' if only popularity of this word recently hadn't killed the idea. If there is the thesis, has to be the question: what is this idea? 

The idea of the 'L word' has actually it's roots in democracy. It reminds us of a time when society allowed us to live how we want, not providing for us any ready patterns to fit in. The idea of a 'lifestyle' is supposed to give you freedom- the right to live in any world you like, even if it's an imaginary one. And here's a problem: it completely doesn't. 

THE GUY I LIVED WITH

- Can you hear me?- I heard my voice cutting the air in the unusually squeaky silence.

The Guy I Lived With slowly turned his face into my direction and I realized that I had never seen such an expression on his face. 

- Did you eat something? 

- Did you possibly see... a ghost?

Then the silence got quickly interrupted by sudden laughter above our heads. 

- Yes, I knew we know each other!- screamed THAT PERSON putting her hands together in the superficial gesture. Her voice sounded like a bird and I never trust people who sound like birds, so this time I decided to take all the way the side of The Guy I Lived With (usually I do opposite). 

 After the birdy left, sharing with us before couple of cliches and leaving half cuppa, I looked at his face with expectation. That was one of only several times for all this time I knew him when he blew. 

Why do you hate that lady?

-Did I say I hate her, I didn't say I hate her, I never said I hate her, it's not even that I don't like her.. I just can't stand her, can't stand her, I don't want her in this house ever again, she has a different lifestyle!

 That was this moment. The first time I realized what a big issue was a 'lifestyle'. Lifestyle was the only explanation The Guy I Lived With could ever get from her. Since that moment, the word stayed in my mind, as something sadly final and undeniably sarcastic. 

WHAT WOULD YOUR FAVOURITE BLOGGER SAY

 Probably something in contrary. The 'Lifestyle' is the most desired category to read about, to work with it, to deliver it. I have gone through several 'lifestyle' blogs and as you know, I have this category as well. I could say it's for SEO but the truth is that the 'lifestyle' comes out everytime when you have no words. Just say it. There is no such a thing in any reasonable description.

Jump in! -why do I draw

 There must be more in it then just a hobby or a technique, but I realized recently most of my friends might not even know that I draw. 

 When I was twenty one (long time ago it was) I wrote a sentence following some of my cartoon story stating that my right hand is actually more important for me than my brain. Because what I would do with a brain without any possibility to transfer this content onto paper. Some models insure their legs or other body parts, I would for sure find a sense in insuring my right hand. It't not like young artists are the ones with horrific dreams and fatal fantasies of losing their body parts, but I was quite unusual young artist. I bet van Gogh was coming pretty much from similar place. But he was crazy.