Two separate people, each walking a small dog, a young Asian man, and then a middle aged Asian woman, both gave me a friendly and warm smile, so I gave each a Morrissey sticky note. Such a little thing, to see those smiles, but they’ve cheered me up. Everyone else was shut off from me, and I understand, because I was in that habit too, of just getting around people and not engaging them positively. I saw many male twosomes, who let’s say didn’t strike me as being feminists, so I wanted to just get around them back. The young Asian man with the little dog said that he likes music. I bet he’ll like Morrissey, and if the middle aged Asian woman with the little dog listens, I think she’ll like it. They strike me as the type of personalities who would delight in Morrissey, at least now and again. I guess I really am a lonely person, because I remember that when I was a kid and an older kid smiled at me and asked me if I wanted to run away with her, I said yes because that smile was like water to a thirst, and it was the same this evening, though I’m experienced enough not to put myself in their hands like I did the older girl when I was a kid. Her intentions were not kind. All she had to do was smile, and I would have done anything for her. I was dangerously lonely. Now, I keep my guard up, beyond sharing my favourite music and exchanging smiles. I must say it was affirming to watch Won’t Settle with my mental health worker today, and to paint with her afterward. She said she likes The Beaches, and Metric. I will check both bands out.
