When Hormones Attack
by Mira Pravitasari
I got home today and somehow the journey made me feel irritated. The traffic, the public bus, the public bus’ floor, all felt abstractly wrong. It was jammed, the other one’s aircon was too cold, and the last was slippery. It took me 3 straight hours of walking and getting on public buses and walking and walking again.
So hereby I list the things that will lift me up after such journey,
The sound of machine guns, shot guns, explosions after explosions. One of the few things, which sort of convince my mental realm that I’m home. My brothers are playing games. I’m at home.
The lights and sounds of nasi goreng tektek at night. And seriously it’s now on.
The Reciting of the Qur’an. The most pacifying activity I’ve ever known. Exceptionally assuaging. Do try this at home.
The Wombats’ songs. Let’s dance to joy division. THE MOST THERAPEUTIC SONGS FOR THOU, LOST SOULS.
My own singing my own songs. Yeah, I am a pretty well-known singer-songwriter. In my own room. I don’t sing aloud in public places. Too bad for you.
Now, it’s past midnight. The bed needs me and I need it. We’re complementary.
Cheers. M
