If you didn’t know this already I have a unique fascination for celebrities close to my age, none more so than for the young lady in the title. You should bear in mind there are only three occasions I’ve ever gone full fangirl:
- Messi scoring past Edwin van der Sar
- Meeting Will Smith
I thought that would be all… unfortunately I was wrong. When I saw her on the tube my eyeballs nearly exploded out of their sockets. I’m not proud of what I did next. I went berserk I tell you. Berserk!
ZENDAYA! (In the most rural most excited Shona accent I have within me.) It’s Zendaya!
I did this while shaking the person seated next to me. Perhaps if said person were a stranger I could let it go. It wasn’t a stranger – the person won’t ever let it go. Why? Because Zendaya… wasn’t actually Zendaya. 😅 She just looked an awful lot like her. That’s what I’ve been told. Deep down though I truly wish and feel that it was her. Nah, who am I kidding.
Next time I’ll say actually say hi as opposed to the overly embarrassing behaviour I exhibited.
P.S. the events in this retelling may have been embellished for comedic effect.
Weird games. They’re weird right? Not hard to assume considering it’s in the name. Unfortunately my mind is capable of coming up with such oddities. Furthermore, my mind insists on me being an active player of these games. Here is the first… of many.
You want to know why I walk quickly? The first reason is I have longer-than-average legs. The second is that I’ve spent some time in London where at any given time most people will be in a rush, especially in tube stations. But the number one reason is this weird mental game I play.
At each street crossing I imagine that once I step foot on the tarmac, two cars, from both directions, are trying to make a Joe-meets-tarmac pancake. Stepping back is not an option as the path behind me has fallen away into oblivion. The only way forward is… well, forward. However, my legs are in iron braces, so I cannot run. What to do now? Walk baby! Walk like the wind!
It’s quite a comical sight. My mind doesn’t even have the decency to only suggest it at night. It brings such thoughts up in brought daylight. It won’t even be a suggestion! It has simply become an order my body follows at every street crossing. It wouldn’t be a weird game without awkward consequences now would it?
You’ll see me gliding across the street as I walk. If Google says walking to said destination should take me an hour, I’ll get there in two-thirds that. Why? All to avoid the awkward gawking directed towards someone who will walk like a normal person before the intersection only to act like a man on fire after it.
I watch the washing machine do it’s work.
That’s my entertainment.
The sounds and vibrations they sooth me.
They are a heartbeat – after a thousand Redbulls!
Thump thump. Thump Thump! THUMP THUMP!
The clothes pick up pace! Swirling in dirt and waste…
Then – soapy bubbles!
I didn’t make that sound.
Not out loud… did I?
Of course I did!
So I walk away from the other fella in the room.
Dry clean washing is over.
PS The clothes get wet; why is it even called dry cleaning? It better not be a dry joke.
No! I just made eye contact with someone in the tube! Surely this is the end! No one can survive after such a calamitous event. Isn’t that why everybody else avoids it?
So… help me!
Random conversation thought
Boy: You look a female celeb I know.
Girl: Why female? Why not just celeb?
Boy: See I thought you’d see the window of opportunity to propose a male celeb’s name – and use it. For example:
‘You look like a celeb I know.’
Then I’d have to blush because I’d feel embarrassed OR produce an awkward laugh (because it wouldn’t be genuine laughter).
That’s why I went with female celeb.
This came across to me while walking home in a slight drizzle on my way back from Camden. Make of that what you will.