Friday, 14 June 2013

Street Talk: Bel Of The Library

Today I was driving to a psychiatrists appointment when they called and cancelled so I got my eyebrows waxed and eyelashes tinted instead. It was *almost* as therapeutic.

What do you do when your shrink chucks a sickie? I took my laptop to the library. It was pretty full, so sat down at a shared table across from a girl with a really cool fringe.

I looked around at all the people I could talk to today - old, young, disabled, normal, weirdos. But kept stealing glances at Fringe Girl - she was just so studious, sitting there studying and writing and completely in the zone. I wasn't in the zone ... just aimlessly bouncing from twitter to facebook to news to blogs, frozen,waiting until I had to pick the boys up from school.

Finally I leant over to her, did my awkward spiel about having a blog can I please ask her some questions? (And thought for the hundredth time why do I DO this?)

She smiled and said sure. I'm always the more nervous one, on these Fridays. But every single time I do it, I walk off somehow enriched and better. For making a connection where there was not one before.

Bel has previously done a Fine Arts degree but is now studying Pyschology. In her first semester, she was in a rush to get all of her assignments done. I tell her that my stepdaughter Phoebe is doing Fine Arts at the same place she did. Bel says she prefers Tafe to University.

"Less wanky."

She's twenty-seven, and with her black hoodie and top knot in her hair we were practically twins! (Except for all of the wrinkles and missed psychiatrists appointments.) Bel was fresh and wholesome and delightful. It was entirely refreshing that she's only heard a snippet in the news this week about all of the shameful stuff in Australian politics and news.

"I'm too busy. But the PM should give as good as she gets."

I ask her if she's getting to know herself more, the further she goes into studying Pysch. She is. We both laugh. Her name is short for Belinda. Turns out we live on opposite ends of the same town, so we'll probably see each other round.

I say goodbye. Bel asks what's the name of my blog, so I give her my card which was wet because somebody left the sunroof of my car open in the rain.


Friday Street Talk is an unfolding art project. I'm so grateful and blown away that people (and on occasion, things) ... say yes to talking with me, trusting me with some snippets of who they are. It keeps changing. 

Previous Street talks:

1. Noelene the Young
2. Megan the Mouse
3. Harpal the Australian
4. Darren the Artist
5. Jo the Interesting
6. John the Telstra Guy
7. Michael the Photographer
8. Peg the Lady
9. Jeff the Preacher Man
10. Andres the Cobbler
11. Honey the Prostitute
12. Mark the Masseur
13. You the Blog Reader
14. Jo the Podiatrist
15. Casey the Uni Student
16. Dream the Horse and Carriage Driver
17. Tamas the Hungarian Accordionist
18. The Dignified Trolley Ladies
19. Alex With The Studded Hot Pink Belt
20. Leaf The Fallen

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