Love lays embedded deeply within the practice of deception. We immerse ourselves quickly in new realities much like a curious journalism student getting a job at a BDSM club but starts to uncover things aren't quite as they appeared originally on th...
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I like to describe my life as chaotically thrilling.
No matter what curveball is thrown my way I grab my baseball bat and knock it out of the park.
Does it all come back to haunt me as soon as I'm tossing and turning in my uncomfortable single bed? Yes. But is the brief beautiful feeling of undeniable bliss worth it? Absolutely.
Jasper would argue that I live a boring existence, enjoying parking my ass on the sofa to watch some cheesy romance movies with a bowl of popcorn I can hardly afford. That's only what I do the majority of the week when I'm overstimulated and pissed off that university classes aren't quite what I imagined even after years of doing my course.
It hasn't been as hands-on as I dreamed, all very technical with a lot of need for a specific language, and certain tones through writing which even after three years I've yet to perfectly master.
Often I end up falling asleep in the shared kitchen on a barstool hunched over my shitty computer, probably drooling with boredom all over it. But at least I get to live with my best friend, but despite relentless teasing and constantly being awoken in inhuman ways, I love him to pieces and I wouldn't change our friendship for the world.
Although he certainly tests our friendship when I'm ready for a comfy Friday night in, already in my pyjamas snuggled up on the couch under a fluffy warm blanket scrolling through Netflix trying to find something absolutely mind-numbing to watch so I can shut off.
He's always up for an adventure, always ready to go off without hesitation not even considering the hows until he's deeply submerged in trouble. No matter what he always finds a way out of it, never succumbing to the pressure of feeling trapped or in trouble which I do admire.
But not on nights like tonight when somehow I've managed to be roped into one of his not-well-thought-through little adventures. After approaching me on the sofa and resorting to begging when I buried myself under the blanket in the hopes he'd leave, I was very quick to realise the only way to get him to shut up would be to agree.
Am I a bit of a people pleaser? Yes.
It's not like I didn't want to go out, I'd just formulated and planned my evening in my mind so he's spoiling everything which I will get him back for. My eyes had squinted and a dramatic huff tumbled from me as I shoved the blanket from my body to prove a point before stomping my way down the hall to my small bedroom. He was, of course, hot on my trail with giggles pouring from his lips.
We spent half an hour in my room where I applied makeup with his direction. Studying art has turned him into a makeup expert in the past few years. I would never admit to his advice being good but he truly does have a knack for how to make everything come together therefore I reluctantly follow along.
When he disappeared out of my room I took the opportunity to delicately paint my lips with the deepest shade of crimson lipstick I own, the reflection in the mirror was such an unusual sight but I wouldn't ever complain about feeling pretty.
