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It was one of those days today where everyone and everything around me was seriously getting on my nerves.  All I really wanted to do was scream “Fuck off” to everyone but thought I best not as the last thing I  needed was more bullshit thrown my way.  I felt like I couldn’t breathe today. 

Since I was feeling rather frustrated, so darn frustrated, I decided to take a walk in one of the many hundreds of parks that surround me.  I deliberately left my i-pod at home as I didn’t want to be distracted by music.  I left Elvis at my parent’s house as I didn’t even want him to bother me and I needed to get away from everyone and everything and be with my own thoughts. 

As I started walking I remembered The Oakleigh Cemetery & Pioneer Memorial Park.   I have always wanted to go and visit and it was on my “to-do” list and thought well there is nothing like the present.  Lets do it Reney.

It took me an hour to get to the Memorial Park by foot and all I had for company was the beautiful wind and myself.  It was so windy and blustery today and the cool wind felt so soothing on my skin and it blew my hair everywhere.  I love nothing more than having the wind blow my hair all over the place and I love trying to walk with the wind trying to push my body one way and I resist and push back the other way.

As soon as I got to the cemetery I felt this inner contentment.  I know what you are most likely thinking.  Is she some sort of Goth?  Is she obsessed with death?  How morbid!  I am neither one I just love the history behind cemeteries.  I love looking at the tombstones; there is this beauty in tombstones.  Yeah, yeah I’m weird. 

I took a few photos with my shitty camera and walked around for about an hour looking at the tombstones. It’s positioned right in the middle of a playground.  Which tripped me right out.  My local council has fought hard to bulldoze the gravesites down as they claim it to be an “eyesore”.  Dumb motherfuckers!  Thankfully, the cemetery is still intact and the oldest gravesite that I found was dated 1879.  Insane!

I sat on a park bench for 20 odd minutes looking at everyone around me and all the graves.  It was so quiet, peaceful, tranquil and serene. I probably could have stayed there a lot longer but the sky was getting darker and it looked like the rain was going to come soon.  So I headed for home.

It took me an hour to walk back home and I got saturated in the process.  That was such a nice feeling as well being wet from head to toe (wet from the rain I mean).  I am exhausted but am happy that I vented all my frustrations on the pavement I love alone time and I love being with myself as I some times feel like I am my only friend.  I think I can state here and now that I am indeed a loner and I think being so just makes my life so less complicated. 

Peace!  Out!

Reney