Hooray hooray, this is my 69th post! This post should be extra awesome, oh wait… Every post is already frickin’ awesome. Not every content creator places special value on milestone number 69 but I believe every single one of them does look back in awe at some point on everything that they have produced so far. But let’s get to back to the juicy business you’re all here for.
It was one of those days that it was hot enough to make you sweat a bit if you were in the sun but pretty nice if you were in the shade. Picnic on the grass, check. Blanket, small snacks and some drinks, check. No noisy kids around, check. We had it all. Our happiness was rather short-lived as the sprinklers in the ground starting unleashing tsunamis of waters. It was the first time in my life I witnessed the eruption of water volcanoes. We were quick to react but it took us some time to scramble the whole supermarket we had with us to safety. I’m still very much convinced that there was some maintenance guy behind the bushes turning on the sprayers and having his guilty pleasure.
It has been a while since I wet my pants. Now I know again why I don’t do it more often. For obvious reasons, I couldn’t hang my pants to dry but we made the best of it. During a life-changing conversation, something crawled up against the girl’s leg. It was not me. It was a little baby bird chirping in despair. Apparently it fell down from the tree and came to us for help. A simple date turned again into an emergency situation. We tried to feed it with the stuff we had, no luck. We tried looking for bird shelters, no luck. We tried to look for ways to put it back in the nest, no luck. With a lot of sorrow, we had to leave the little bird in nature, knowingly it would probably die soon. Quite emotional.
Some people wonder what the whole point of dating is. Why go through the cycles of hope and disappointment? It’s such a waste of time. Rarely is dating depicted as something fun. On the contrary, it almost feels like a troublesome chore. Dating has been given a bad name. I feel it has to do with us being very outcome-focused today. Add an overly-romanticized picture to the mix and we happily start bashing the dating scene with generalisations, cynicism and resentment. Something I’m guilty off myself now and then.
Dating shouldn’t be treated as something spectacular and ultra special. I realise that the mundane things in the flow of life, the little happenings on this date for example, are giving the most satisfaction. Not the big fireworks and drone light shows. We tend to forget the bigger picture and focus on the x person, y action and z thought. Ultimately the act of dating should contribute to your human experience. Dating is not life, it’s part of life.
I know you’re all dying to know what our favourite snack was. Well, we never say no to (moist) blueberries.
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