Train to Gatwick, 12 07 2023
It’s 3:40am and I’m on a packed train heading to Gatwick to catch my 6am flight to Malta!
I had a short and rough night, somehow couldn’t sleep, overworked and checked everything when I had to leave the flat. It’s gonna be fine…
These days I’m a bit moody, one day good, another bored and desperate.
Sunday was Lana Del Rey in Hyde park! I went with John and we ate a cookie.
The crowd was so different to the one from Pink earlier. Lots of girls in white dresses, or slutty cowgirl outfits, super feminine with bows and luscious hair. The guys were twinkly gay Gen Zers with romantic haircuts and the rest were parents!
And they screamed from the top of their lungs when the elusive chanteuse appeared on stage finally at 9pm.
They sang EVERY word to every song, to a point where I could not hear the singer.
It was so good though, the mood, the aesthetic, she’s cute and awkward. She got a bit too stoned though because I zoned out a few times.
The next day I had to find my way back to work, and actually had a lot to do. Meanwhile I discovered chatGBT and let it write a press release to promote our company anniversary, and it nailed it! I sent it to Tin Hau, but no response yet. I also stayed sober on Monday and did an intense roof workout, suddenly feeling lots of energy.
Later I started a bit of dirty talk on WhatsApp with Topo, and seems we were both horny, as we ended up sending each other hot clips that vanished immediately but left a good feeling behind .
So that was good. We felt we wanted each other and would like to hang out.
Tuesday was different then, he barely texted me and somehow I am stupid enough to feel some sort of jealousy of one of his cast mates, who went hiking with him on Sunday and is gay. Pictures in my head and jumping to conclusions kicked in.
Anyway I try to let it go now and hope that he is the same obsessive monogamous freak as me and was not inspired for our sexting by some other hot dude.
Back to here and now. It was hard to pack all my cute fits into one mini hand luggage, and to my disappointment I can only bring the shoes I’m wearing.
It’s only 4 days tho … Margiela will meet me at a Café near her place and seems to be happy about my visit. Btw I also sent some clothes there for a photo shoot which have not arrived yet.
Sunday I’ll be back and Monday I’m going to Burlington.
So it’s time to enjoy a few days of my Mediterranean dream, in cute shirts, at breezy beaches and charming cafes. After all, travelling is my biggest pleasure.
And the controlled hallucinations is this experience, that gives me certain feelings, but not inherently being nice or good. It’s my mind stretching out to the world and making it what is the most useful for me.
I should apply the same theory to the jealousy story – it’s only a mind construct and actually not serving me a purpose other than hurt.
Time to move on. See you in Sliema!