I wonder sometimes...
Jul. 9th, 2004 03:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dream_labyrinthThe family next door has twin daughters, about the age of 12 or 13.
Greatly undersestimating the attraction two darkhaired girls would turn out to be for the local male youth, their loving mother has given them a room goingout to the street. That means the said youth gathers underneath that window at different times during the day and night like a bunch of stray cats. Fortunately, they don't sing. It would keep me from sleeping. They appear to write letters,though. Letters that are dramatically burned, judging from the burned paper I regularly see underneath that window.
To let the adorators get a look at their goddesses, the window is usually open. (The other reason for that is that otherwise the window would break from the noise coming from inside. Apparently, the CD-player of the girls only has two volume settings: incredibly loud and deafening.)
The open window gives me the opportunity to take a look, too. Yes, I know that is nosy, but I can't help it. And it provided me with interesting knowledge:
The girls are fans of just about any singer and band played by MTV or VIVA at the moment. Never in my life have I seen Eminem and Britney Spears right next to each other. It's only posters, but if either of them knew I guess they would come over and rip the pictures right off the wall.
I feel very grown-up seeing that. I did have a time when my walls were decorated with posters, but I had some kind of judgement even then. Meaning that I had posters of only one band on the walls. I hate to admit that, but it was the Backstreet Boys. The time I had posters up inmy room was also the time I tried to be a normal teenager and adore some boyband. Both phases didn't last long, though. The boyband period ended when I gave up on being a regular teenager, the poster phase ended even before that, when I was sick and tired of having these dead eyes stare down on my bed. Some paper face intruding upon my privacy.
It is quite a long way from Backstreet Boys to Sting, The Police and David Bowie. Somewhere in between I would place Robbie Williams, who has moved from boyband to real music along with me. Not that I don't listen to boybands or any other cloned musicians anymore. It is not as if I run to the radio and change the station as soon as they play that type of music. I would be unable to listen to the radio altogether. But it is nothing I would buy or even copy from somebody else. Makes me feel very wise and mature.
Greatly undersestimating the attraction two darkhaired girls would turn out to be for the local male youth, their loving mother has given them a room goingout to the street. That means the said youth gathers underneath that window at different times during the day and night like a bunch of stray cats. Fortunately, they don't sing. It would keep me from sleeping. They appear to write letters,though. Letters that are dramatically burned, judging from the burned paper I regularly see underneath that window.
To let the adorators get a look at their goddesses, the window is usually open. (The other reason for that is that otherwise the window would break from the noise coming from inside. Apparently, the CD-player of the girls only has two volume settings: incredibly loud and deafening.)
The open window gives me the opportunity to take a look, too. Yes, I know that is nosy, but I can't help it. And it provided me with interesting knowledge:
The girls are fans of just about any singer and band played by MTV or VIVA at the moment. Never in my life have I seen Eminem and Britney Spears right next to each other. It's only posters, but if either of them knew I guess they would come over and rip the pictures right off the wall.
I feel very grown-up seeing that. I did have a time when my walls were decorated with posters, but I had some kind of judgement even then. Meaning that I had posters of only one band on the walls. I hate to admit that, but it was the Backstreet Boys. The time I had posters up inmy room was also the time I tried to be a normal teenager and adore some boyband. Both phases didn't last long, though. The boyband period ended when I gave up on being a regular teenager, the poster phase ended even before that, when I was sick and tired of having these dead eyes stare down on my bed. Some paper face intruding upon my privacy.
It is quite a long way from Backstreet Boys to Sting, The Police and David Bowie. Somewhere in between I would place Robbie Williams, who has moved from boyband to real music along with me. Not that I don't listen to boybands or any other cloned musicians anymore. It is not as if I run to the radio and change the station as soon as they play that type of music. I would be unable to listen to the radio altogether. But it is nothing I would buy or even copy from somebody else. Makes me feel very wise and mature.
