Illusion And Dream

Today I went to the shops and as I mentioned last blog, went shopping for shoes. I haven’t returned all comments but I just had to write this blog. πŸ™‚ My mum wanted me to buy some boots that didn’t have heels. So we went to the shops on the way to where she was working today.

On the way there, I was chatting to my mum on the train and we were sitting near the train doors. I was just looking straight ahead of me while we were chatting, and she was eating a sandwich.

We stopped at a station and a flood of people walked on; looked like they knew each other or something, because they were all in a big group.

I was looking in the direction of the stairs in the train carriage, and there was someone, a young man, part of this big group that just walked on. He was sitting at the top level of the carriage but I could see him. He was in the first seat up the stairs.

He was holding a camera, and appeared to be flicking through photographs. I could see him quite clearly.

Then all of a sudden, there was a flash from the camera, as if he was taking a picture. I was still talking to my mum then all of a sudden I said sternly to my mum, “Did that fucking loser just take a picture of me?”

She muttered back in the same low tone, “Where. Who.”

I told her, quietly, my voice under the hum and rumble of the train, that there was some guy further into the carriage with a camera. She looked in the reflection of the door and said she couldn’t tell.

“What do you want me to do?” my mum asked. “It’s a public place”.

Ugh. At that point I was pissed off. I was pretty darn sure that the guy had taken a picture of me, and I was damn mad about it. How dare he. That is invasion of privacy.

On a side note, if you do see a picture circulating on the internet (people with Facebook please, since I don’t have one) of a girl sitting on a blue seat on a train, with short dark brown hair and blonde highlights, wearing red/blue/black Converse hi-tops, black stockings with painted white skulls, a white dress under a big black coat and a shoulder bag with coloured badges on the strap, that is me. And tell me about the fuckhead who posted that photo.

It’s not about my photo being on the internet (I was just sitting there, not picking my nose or anything). It’s about the fact that some douchebag has a picture of me. It’s disturbing as shit.

Moving on… after a while I found a lovely pair of grey boots, without heels. I didn’t snap a picture of it though. However, I fell in love with these heels.

the greatest high heels
the greatest high heels

I know I said I hate heels. But I had to get these. They were amazing and I fell in love with them. I usually hate heels, and if they’re uncomfortable and suck, I won’t buy them. But I could walk in these, and they reminded me of my ballet pointe shoes because they’re so high.

I can actually walk in them too. Maybe not for too long but I love them. All I need is somewhere nice to wear them. πŸ™‚

I had a nice time shopping with my mum and on my own, even if it was just window shopping. I got a nice set of three pairs of earrings in the shape of hearts too.

I had a nice walk in the fresh air carrying my bags of shoes, I met up with James afterwards. We spent an hour eating and taking sticker photos. Here are some. (Click for bigger view.)

Sticker photos with James
Sticker photos with James

We took a really dodgy photo but we chose not to print that one. James looked like a girl and I was… well, probably okay. I looked like I was dancing. πŸ˜›

It’s very near 12am so I shall be stopping. β™₯️

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