summertime, suburbia Montreal

So it's been 2, 3 days that I've been in Montreal and I still haven't spent much time downtown yet... some of because I wanted to spend sometime with the parents, a lot of it because I'm just lazy, and also I blitzed through some 800 pages kung fu novel in 2 days... funny how I can get influenced by books. I always have a 1-2 days of speaking the language of the book / movie that made a strong impression. I was speaking kungfu talk with my mom today. It's like speaking in shakespearean ways. Gets on people's nerve. I love it.

Anyhow, Brossard is pretty boring, with generic stores and restaurants everywhere. I wonder how it is to live in Montreal city... and if I had stayed. Although I probably would have stayed with my parents until the sad age of 27 and still never have experienced / enjoyed the city life. It's probably a good thing that I had gone to Toronto.

Twenty-seven! When I was 15 I thought people 18 and over were old and boring to hang out with. When I hit 18 I thought everyone above 25 would be married, staying at home looking at their kids play lego and getting fat. And now I'm too far from both teenagers and the married-with-kids crowd, and especially don't even know how to hang out with kids - the 3 to 12 year old range scares me. Babies are fine, man, they just cry, expel things, and giggle (and look generally yummy). Toddlers 1-2 are happily running tiny things that don't really need respect (and look yummy). But the 3-to-12-year-olds..... they're like a smarter breed of monkeys. Freaky. And I think they can detect and are attracted to the scent of fear.

Last week I was just thinking, about No Exit by Sartre, how hell is other people. Anyhow it's mainly because I was working from home and feeling extremely depressed by the 4th day because I realized I needed company of people walking around and being around me, and therefore I need an office environment (definitely can't be a freelance), and to get out of the house at least once every 48 hours. I told V that prison is for someone like me - lock me up and it'd be hell. To push this idea a little further, I think my hell would be a prison filled with the smarter breed of monkeys, and their parents judging eyes. I mean, dropping a baby is fine, I'm sure they get dropped all the time (right?). BUT, make a 5 year old cry and the shrieking thing will make sure the world knows you ruined his/her childhood.