Bubbles automatically make me smile, just like that. Perhaps there are people who don't like bubbles, I hate to burst their bubble but i reckon if they can't see the joy in bubbles then they must live in...yes, a bubble. (I may have kind of overdone it there just a tad bit with the bubble related idioms,no?).
|Bubble lady at Fuji Rock|
Earlier this month I got to see a steady stream of bubbles, in the midst of a lot of rock music, laughter and just plain ole chilling out...at my very first proper music festival (well, disregarding the smaller ones at home). Fuji Rock Fest 2010. It was on my list of 'things to do because I want to do them' and ended up being on of the best experiences I have had in my short-lived life. There were times when I would pause and tell my Fuji rocker friend,
"I am soooo happy!
This is absofuckinglutelyaamazing!!"
|Crowd at ONE of the stages. White pile on the left =empty P.E.T bottles collected for recycling.|
and then a day later, back in the city, I found out that bubbles don't necessarily always bring joy.
They sometimes bring great annoyance. And aggravation.
The kind that makes you wish that the girl sitting next to you chokes...on the very straw she is using to blow bubbles into her ginger-ale. >_<
some people should not leave their...bubbles.