I adore Fridays! I will never completely understand what this feeling is about on a Friday afternoon. Where comes this matter of freedom and lightness from and why is everybody in such a good mood – just because weekend is within grasp? Sometimes I can’t leave the intuition that we organize our lives from Friday to Friday letting all those fabulous things, which could happen from Monday to Thursday pass by, focused in such a way on some free hours. Anyway. Fridays are great! By the way: Urban dictionary declares Fridays as a great feeling. Happy. No more shit for two days! Is it this easy? Actually I declare for myself Friday evenings as the beginning of a marathon of social debates about everything. It is funny as though to the hilarious spirit, spread by everyone, conflicts with your closest friends are hardly to avoid either. Anyhow!
This weeks Friday started with one of those fancy restaurant openings the city of Munich is favored with more than ten times a month – concerning my feeling so far! Munich is one of those typical spots, which will never loose its spirit in being thus over the top and that’s exactly the attitude its citizens display; but back again to our opening. So – a new location, absolutely needed in the city’s club landscape and nevertheless just a further average hot spot among a variety. Actually the club itself is not the main topic. It’s the folks visiting it. One of my dearest hobbies is the random observation of my surroundings. It is one of my biggest pleasures studying society. There is probably no other city in the world in which people move with such certainty through the night. Everybody is rich, has nothing to worry about and holds this phenomenal film-star-attitude. Maybe that is one of those reasons why really famous guys enjoy living here. They willnever be bothered by anyone just out of the reason that the any ones consider themselves at least equal to the spotted celebrity. Hilarious!
Besides the species of IIPs (imagined important persons) there is a further type of human beings: the Munich diggers! Preferably coming from one of the sub-sub-urban-areas this species specialized themselves on daggering for social rise. In most cases it shouldn’t be that difficult as lower-minded people are in most cases pleased with small chucks but in some special issues the case gets a hardship one. No – it’s not me who is resentful! Take a lookaround and you will agree! A girl who is having a crush on me over more than eight weeks now may be a very pleasant example. She tried that hard I lost interest after a couple of clashes in the places to be, what finally ended in a big showdown in the early Saturday morning – at the bar – drunk – in a club. Not even the best conditions in order to maintain a probable friendship. Actually I think that wasn’t her aim. She desperately tried to achieve a sort of relation by pushing it way to hard. Error number one this species does – every time. You may ask was she that bad to push her away like some Prada Brogues gone out of fashion? Maybe not – but that is the Munich digger girl’s problem. I will never get the, let’s call it thing this sort of women are working for. Money may be one out of a hundred reasons but what they really never get is, that some guys are born with a natural fugue! Never try to constrict them. Where does this claim of ownership come from? Is it human’s nature to hog everything emotionally likeable around and why? Are we victims of the relationship-compulsive-hoarding-syndrome? I will never get this anyway.
Later in the night I had one of those drunken conversations with a friend of mine who’s working as a doorman at one of the city’s hottest clubs. After the obligatory and random small talk we came to the point what going out is ultimately about? What are we all searching for by pulling out-nighters week per week? Are we escaping our single lives afraid of maybe dying alone on the sofa? In a certain way we are all a kind of freak. Obviously it stays a rule of our twenty something existence going out and experiencing life in an unconditional manner, but anyhow in a wide range of cases it stays a diversionary maneuver. Are we living the freak in us to burst mainstream?
The interesting thing about freaks is that they mainly think they may be sort of special but are even not at last, as they will rediscover themselves among their sort automatically. A freak among freaks is nothing than mainstream again. So maybe let us just celebrate our visionary individual entity and start into another phenomenal night! Bring the bottle!
Cheers
Lorax
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