Post title: lyrics from "Pink Lemonade" by The Wombats.
This week, I confessed something huge to someone that I barely know, but for some reason, trust immensely. While I have seen and spoken to this person in real life, what I know about them hardly constitutes for the magnitude of the secret I told them. This, combined with the apparent catharsis I experienced upon telling them, got me thinking.
We all need someone to trust. It's a cringeworthy, ugh-what-are-these-feels statement, but it's true. I think the people we trust wholeheartedly are either people we know like the back of our hands, or people that merely cast a figurative glance upon our lives. The latter of the two, it seems, have had so little impact on our lives that suddenly it's easy to pour your heart out to them. I suppose it's the same reason why a lot of people find it easier to speak in a room full of strangers, or why people visit confessional booths at churches.
The element of anonymity is attractive. The notion of unsaid but confirmed confidentiality – of a deeper understanding between two people that seems overridden by the humour and mutual knowledge of each other in a friendship. Friends, unlike strangers, best friends or family members, are stuck in a strange in-between of trust. It doesn't mean you can't tell them things, but for me at least, it means that any information you entrust to them is coated with layers of anticipation for their next move, which doesn't provide the same cathartic feeling that telling a stranger or acquaintance – who are unpredictable – would. Can you think of a secret you would tell one friend but not another?
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Anyway... In the pictures above, I recreated the outfit I wore to the annual art/music/lights festival in Melbourne, White Night (which I also went to last year, if you cast your mind back to my blog before the name change, as well as the year before). I went with a group of friends, and for most of the night we just roamed the city, exploring the little bursts of entertainment that came alive when the sun went down. The weather wasn't the greatest – think sweat-inducing humidity – but the festival itself was fun. I noticed that there weren't as many buildings with projections as there were last year, but to compensate, there was a proper stage and constant performances (which, in my opinion, were far more interesting). By the time we made it through the sweaty masses and to the stage, rapper REMI was performing. Although I didn't know any of his songs, and although I'm generally not into rap/hip-hop, he wasn't boring to watch. We stayed back after his performance and got a ridiculously grainy photo with him. The next day I bought his debut album, which was okay, but I think I much prefer the live versions of the songs. ✦
REMI performing his version of "Since I Left You" (originally by The Avalanches).
Our selfie with REMI :-) not all of the group fit into the photo (as you can probably tell)
A last minute addition to this post - basically, MyIdol is the app that has been virtually blowing up my Instagram feed (it's actually the best, though). Can't get over how cute the little avatars are!!
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