In some towns in Italy, it is considered normal to shove large household items out the window on New Years’ eve. In Greece, they throw a pomegrantate over a doorway to spread the seeds of good luck. In Brazil, the color of the underwear worn on NYE represents what’s to come in the new year; yellow for prosperity, pink for love and white for happiness/peace. In Myanmar, we throw water at each water to rinse off the dirt that has been lingering among us in the past year and to start a fresh clean new year.
While these facts make us think how would Italians travel safely under apartments at night or whether Brazilians can pick up more on NYE whilst asking for the color of the underwear the other is wearing, it makes me think about how peculiarly I can relate myself to these things.
First of all, dropping a heavy object off my window would require a selfish person who wouldn’t think about any bad shit that could happen to the household items or to anyone who can easily be victimized by a flying piece of furniture. Selfishness is one big thing I’ve gained this year. Overdozed on pleasing people, I find it quite relevantly useful to start doing whatever I like, not caring about how others are gonna react to what I do. Second, while the Greeks place a fruit in their doorway, I’ve placed two fruits out my doorway. It’s not that I do not appreciate two men I virtually flirted with but it’s just been eating me too much to be hung up on them. So, two fruits out my doorway, the door isn’t locked but the ball’s in their court.
As the Thingyan (Myanmar water festival) water wet my underwear, me not caring about the color on it, I spent the last day of the new year festival saga dripping wet and smiling imagining that somehow my dirty laundry has been washed clean.
While these facts make us think how would Italians travel safely under apartments at night or whether Brazilians can pick up more on NYE whilst asking for the color of the underwear the other is wearing, it makes me think about how peculiarly I can relate myself to these things.
First of all, dropping a heavy object off my window would require a selfish person who wouldn’t think about any bad shit that could happen to the household items or to anyone who can easily be victimized by a flying piece of furniture. Selfishness is one big thing I’ve gained this year. Overdozed on pleasing people, I find it quite relevantly useful to start doing whatever I like, not caring about how others are gonna react to what I do. Second, while the Greeks place a fruit in their doorway, I’ve placed two fruits out my doorway. It’s not that I do not appreciate two men I virtually flirted with but it’s just been eating me too much to be hung up on them. So, two fruits out my doorway, the door isn’t locked but the ball’s in their court.
As the Thingyan (Myanmar water festival) water wet my underwear, me not caring about the color on it, I spent the last day of the new year festival saga dripping wet and smiling imagining that somehow my dirty laundry has been washed clean.
Listening to: John Mayer – Split screen sadness
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