I opened the curtains this morning and saw an envelop with a note on it. It was from my brother who lives in front of my room.
I can’t even roughly guess when he put that because I don’t remember the last time I slide open and close the curtains. For the past week, I’ve been out of the room before the sun is up and back in when the sun has set.
I don’t even remember the last time I hug him.
Teens get a bad rap for the number of hours they log in front of their computers, but this group of students is using their screen time for something really wonderful.
We love this idea!
And looks like it’s at a library!
Asked by purestpartofme
Hello. Thanks for taking time reading the post, it’s quite long. I don’t think I’m much younger than you. I’m 24. I’d like to say being sheltered is a cultural thing, but it’s more of a family thing and I went along with it for the longest time.
Glad to know that i made sense to you. Sometimes I dont think I even make sense to myself. Lol.
I made a mistake. I ticked off ‘Go To A John Mayer Concert In A Foreign Country’ too soon. I see it now because now I’m left with “What’s next?”
You see, me going to that The O2 Arena show was just a prompt or trigger for other things I want to do before settling down. I’ve only been wanting going to a JM show since 2010. But I’ve been wanting to travel (mostly) alone since 16. While I do visit two of my friends studying in England and traveling with the for most part, this is my first trip without my family.As much as it is a trip for me, it is also a trip for my parents to see they do not have to worry about me not being able to do things alone with my clingy-ness and helplessness tendencies.
And I can say the trip wouldn’t have happened if JM didn’t have a show in London. You know why? Because the worry in my head of making my parents’ worry was running rampant in my head. So, I keep on postponing and making negotiations with myself.
Initially I wanted to travel to Norway. Yeah, but I realised I didn’t speak neither of the official languages. And then I moved on to other European countries. Sweden, Denmark, etc. But as much as I wanted to, lessening my parents’ worry is my main concern. Compromise, compromise.
Even though JM also had shows in Australia and New Zealand and Korea and Japan, I never wanted to go to those countries. First, Australia is littered with distant family members, I may have to stay with them, hence, can’t really be free. Second, I’m not familiar with public transportation, hence, can’t convince my parents. Third, I just want to see JM. There’s no use going to music festivals. And Korea and Japan are places to go with friends and family.
So, when the London show was announced out of the blue, I took that as a sign. I got my concert ticket, I planned my rough itinerary and got my plane ticket. In that order.
It was crazy. It was impulsive. It was great.
Telling my dad I’m travelling solo was hard. We even got into an argument about it. He wanted to send me to the airport. THE HEATHROW AIRPORT. But he let me. Seeing him really hesitating was hard. But again, as much as this trip is for me, it is also for him. Not that he knows of it.
So, yeah. I found myself in England for 12 and half days. I went to London, Oxford, Buxton and Sheffield. I dragged my luggage, walked with blistered feet, ordered drinks from the trolley in the train, sat on the top part of the bus driven by a granpa with high chance of falling into the valley, hiked in the English rain, got lost in the middle of a meadow also in the rain, experienced train system breaking down at midnight and reached my friend’s house at 12:20 am from the show ALONE, and ate mushy peas.
Now, before you go on. What does that has to do with JM. You could still enjoy those even without the show. Truth is, I wouldn’t. I have been postponing the trip and would postpone it until who knows when.
Back story, I discovered JM music quite late, just before the release of Battle Studies. The message board I go to was discussing their favourite JM song. I clicked a few songs and I like them. When Battle Studies came along, I was actually at the peak of contemplating to quit something I hate for the fear of “What if this is the first of many things I quit?”
So the album and Continuum were good friends of mine for the longest while. ‘All We Ever Do’ especially. It’s like waking up every morning thinking I was gonna conquer that day but at the end of the night feeling empty, ‘Where did my courage go?’
I wallow in the feeling for a long while and I decided to just quit. Best decision ever. His songs did not solve my troubles, but a good company when I want to wallow in sadness. Soon after, I listened to Rooms For Square and Heavier Things. I got idealistic about life again. About the many things I need to do.
1. Travel alone
2. Visit castle ruins
3. Eat mushy peas
Ok, I made the last one up. But still, his music has been a constant companion through a very hard time. To do, or not to do. So, it’s only natural that his concert was the trigger I need to actually go on with the trip.
So, there it was. I lost my concert virginity to John Mayer at a location 13-hour flight away from home. Did I regret it? Yes.
But not in the way you think. His show was great, though not that I have anything to compare it too. Even though I couldn’t go on fangirling mode because I was sandwiched between two guys who obviously just came from work (one was even in suit), I could still sang along albeit silently.
Ok, I may be a bit bitter not able to yell the tops of my lungs at “SO WHAT SO I GOT A SMILE ON? IT’S HIDING THE QUIET SUPERSTITION IN MY HEAD!”
Anyway, my regret is that I may have taken the trip too soon. I have ticked off so many things from the bucket list that I don’t know where to go from here. Or maybe that I’ve wanted those things for the longest time and now that I have done them, it’s like …ok.
That’s the problem with joining all your wants together. I can’t even make myself feel accomplished. It’s like, where have my feelings gone?
Great. Now, what?
P/s: When he sang “Planning a trip to Japan alone”, I got the biggest smile on my heart.
P/p/s: On the way home, both people next to listened to Paradise Valley. The two person in front of me also listened to the album. Yes, I stole a glance at their entertainment screen. I had to stop myself from telling them “Hey, I went to his show last night!”
Hosting a birthday party in less than 8 hours. I can already hear the screamings of little kids. Have to practice to add more shrill to my voice.
That was my childhood coming back. Coming up from the damn floor. Like bad asses.
That was fucking beautiful.