Overheard: Reality TV? That’s nothing.

Combine Home and Away (If you’re Aussie, you will understand this) and Keeping up with the Kardashians, not that I’ve ever watched a single episode. I’m simply basing this on annoying promos during commercial breaks. But I am almost completely certain that my real-life characters (without them knowing) are way more interesting and the storyline is much more entertaining. Read on and find out why!

People in their forties were talking loudly on the train, as though no one was there:

It started like this…

How often do you see your daughter?

None of your bloody business!

Well, my father gave me pearls and opals. They’re beautiful.

Ah, probably ‘cause he said to himself: Here’s jewellery, go away. Yes, finally! She’s gone!

Then the woman started to open up…

A Soliloquy

Look at me. I look like shit. I cried and cried. And he treated me like a thief. He broke my heart. All the lies. And shit.

I don’t know what I do. I should just be happy with my own little life. There was Perry who comes and we’re all in love then he leaves for five days. Doesn’t call, just a couple of texts saying don’t call me, I’m with my partner. Ah, it’s just shit. Then there was Matthew, oh don’t get me started on him.

I just need to get my confidence back but Robin took all my confidence.

The things I do to make myself happy.

If I was a bitch from hell, why didn’t he just tell me? Nobody reads minds.

(This one is worthy to be quoted, I think)

You listen to four or five stories of the same event. It’s amazing how people have such different perceptions and versions of what happened.

[Silence.]

How are those relatives of yours?

They have this mentality that it’s what you do – steal and lie. That life is all about you. And the whole world owes you.

 They touch on a particular Auntie…

I thought she was getting good money from the house.

Everyday is a different story. One day there’s a renter, one day she’s given up on it.

She’s in another world. She must have a carer or someone to look after her.

She needs to but she doesn’t want to.

The next topic is one of their nieces…

She said she wants to jump off the balcony then I say: Hang on, hang on.

She’s definitely bipolar. Has she got medication?

Yes, she does but she probably doesn’t take them. I said one time, “Are you popping pills?” She said, “Do you want speed?”

(laughs)

 And ended the lively conversation with a random thought…

(Pointing to the building)

There’s a hole in the middle of the building.

That’s most unusual.

That’s certainly unusual but I’m not quite sure if I like it.

Juicy gossip, insightful musings and dramatic monologues  straight from the mouth of lovely strangers who just happen to be comfortable sharing their life stories to everyone on the train. People are people. We love them anyway.

I was listening, accidentally on purpose. I know you would too if you were me.

Care to share any stories you “overheard”? (I know you want to. Come on, don’t be a pussy.)

Why Rainy Days are THE Best

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All I could say was WOW.

A solid effort. Solidarity. Teamwork. Humanity at its finest.

I love rainy days, don’t you? I write and read and I travel to the world of make-believe. Hot tea and biscuits, curled up in bed is good too. But one rainy day, my friend and I were out and about doing our talk-walkathon because well, we’re cool like that. And then we saw a big group of people holding a blue tarpaulin above their heads.

It’s funny how rainy days somehow bring out the best in us. Don’t you agree?

Mentor

How come you didn’t go back to university to get your Law degree when Mr Smith finished his degree?

I was gutless. I was gutless.

What do you mean?

I didn’t have the courage.

But why?

I will probably… never find out the answer to that question!

That’s sad. That is so sad.

But it worked out well, I suppose.

And you’re happy, right?

(Pause)

Yes.

 

There I was admiring this amazing human being, who was my English teacher and my mentor in Year 12, only to find out that her career aspiration was never fulfilled or rather, she had the intellect but lacked the tenacity to pursue it when she was younger.

I remember when I asked her to be my mentor. I wasn’t in any of her classes. I met her briefly and talked to her a few times because she coordinated the debating teams.

Would you be willing to be my mentor?

(I was expecting a “NO, because I don’t know you!”)

(Genuinely surprised) Oh, I’d be honoured… But I don’t have you in any of my classes!

Yes… but you’re the kind of woman that I aspire to be.

She smiled whilst instinctively placing her right hand over her chest – a nice gesture of appreciation.

A few moments later, that smile turned into a cheeky grin. Suddenly without effort, she hints exactly why she should be my mentor.

Well, that’s because you don’t know me. (laughs)

And she was right with one thing – I didn’t know her. But somehow I knew that she should be my mentor. It was intuition, instinct or gut feeling, whatever you want to call it. It was an irrational decision but it’s something that I will always be grateful for… that I was crazy enough to do it.

She is not some fictional character in a novel. She is not perfect. She is human and humans are flawed. She’s been through a lot*, you see. She has scars to prove it.

I remained in contact with her for various ashamedly selfish reasons but number one in my list is that I see her as my mentor for life both literally and figuratively. Plus, I feel like we’ve become friends too. So what if she’s sixty something?

It was an immense privilege to meet her. It worked out well indeed!

*I will write more about her story in time.

Do you have a mentor? Share your story with me!