OK, this just a random little one shot (or maybe just the start...) for you to suss out. It could be a deep look into one of the Boosh characters or the insane ramblings of a too tired student. I'll let you be the judge! First stab at angst. Sort of.
OMG Beechwood0708 and Violence4! How lucky are we??? I'm so going to see them in Bristol dressed as an OTT electro girl! And yes, I'll be shrieking like a maniac too! My friends shall finally know the meaning of true embarrassment! Hehehe...
I'll say no more...
Disclaimer: The Mighty Boosh belongs to Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding.
"I don't feel like loving you no more..."
Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be a shadow?
That sounds like a dumb question, I know. Not something an intellect like me should be wasting time pondering. It's more like something my simple best friend would ask. Once, I swear to you that he asked me, "Hey, If a turtle looses it's shell, is it naked or just homeless?!" I looked at him as if he was crazy (I do that a lot around him) before telling him I wouldn't even dignify that with an answer. I gave in of course, after he'd asked me for the fifty-thousandth time, chanting my name endlessly, his eyes wide and needy, exactly like a puppy's (even though that's a cliché, but it's still true. See? I know about clichés. I'm an intellectual, like I said. And a writer too.).
"Both Little Man! Okay? He's having a seriously bad day!"
He didn't appreciate my sarcasm. But that's what you get from being such a pain in the rear end!
He always gets what he wants from me. It's like he has some kind of hold on me, using electro voodoo or something...Come to think of it, he always gets what he wants from anyone. An angry rocker bouncer at a Slipknot concert couldn't resist that mod's charms. That's just the kind of person he is. When he enters the room, it's as if all other colours pale in comparison. Everything is shamefully dull when compared to him. When he enters the room, no other sounds matter except for what he says. Although it's always some form of electro drivel, it's more than worth a listen, because it lightens up any situation. Brightens up the world. Brightens up my world. This is good because if you're like me, you need cheering up more often than not.
He means more to me than I'll ever let on. So naturally, I pretend. I hide those little smiles his ridiculous ideas tease out from me behind a frown. Sometimes he sees right through them though with those knowing baby blues of his. I think that's the only reason why he can stand grumpy old me. Actually, he likes my grumpiness. It makes him laugh, if you can believe it.
So yes, I am a shadow. I hide in his. But it's alright in there, because that's where I feel safe, and I know I'm happier there than I could ever be anywhere else. People think he tags around with me. Ever since the zoo days. The Fiercely Intelligent Explorer (yes that is me. Why do you snicker so?) and his pretty, happy go lucky companion. But that's not the way it is at all, no sir. I'm his shadow if anything. Of course I know all that stuff I said about me is bullshit. I'm the one who does the clinging. Like a little Northern Limpet, I hold on to him for dear life.
I'm terrified he's gonna break away one day. Blast away from me with his zesty energy, and fly to his inevitable stardom (like Pete Neon! Only I was going for the metaphor, not the creepy bird man...See? He's effected all of me. Even the way I think. Oh help me). It should have happened long before now. Perhaps there's a part of him that likes the shadows as much as I do? Maybe that's why he likes having me as a friend. Life can't be all sunshine and parties all the time. You need an anchor to keep you down to Earth. That's all I am to him. That's all I'll ever be to him. A big, old, grumpy anchor. But maybe that's alright too. I'll settle for that. It's not like this very masculine man needs more than that from him. Honest.
Now I realize It's much better than nothing, even though I do want more from him. It's much, much better than a life without him.
So yes. I grumble. I sigh. I stay in his shadow, but it's just for show. Just to make me forget.
To make me forget the way I feel for one damn second.
And yes. For now, that is enough.
It'll have to be. Doesn't it?
Go on then, answer him!
Any thoughts about it? Go on! You know you want to.
Sorry if the tone was off...
Please have mercy xxx :)