Staying out is OUT and STAYING IN is IN.

The decision one makes to staying-in; epitomises my own autonomy. During my late teens to late twenties I never stayed in. I was always yearning for whatever was happening. The parties, the hung outs  in pubs, clubs, bars - the gigs, the opening of an exhibition the fashions parades, the collaborative creative projects and pilots with friends, acquaintances and the like. The happening just out there, wherever that was. I desired to be out-and-about. 

These days I asked myself if the festivity, merrymaking, get-together, or event . Am I required - my neediness or do I feel like going? Undoubtedly I was going. Now; what to wear, what to bring how to behave, act and conduct myself. These are some decisions I attempt to construct and distinctly my own problem.

The conceptual notion of parties, get-together is invigorating. However; the real-world is not. 

 

Staying in; is the contrary of a party or a happening. I can now grasped that staying-in nowadays undeniably a desire. I know; we all revel in catch up for drinks et cetera - at The Aviary or the two for one cocktails at The Vic distance around eight minutes walk from our place.

Individuals who very much pursue that tenuous event or happening party, will never comprehend of the pleasures of STAYING IN. Will never take the pleasures; in unforeseen gratification. 

Instances; like cancellation and making up excuses. Slight afflictions like a headache. This then; allows you to robe in pyjamas, warm throws, woollen socks – being winter in Melbourne. Such illness directs the individual to the pantry and fridge for chocolates, crisp, cakes, cheeses, wine et cetera.

For I; ‘STAYING IN’ my lonesome has cultivated a particular subjects. The look and the outfit is critical. When such outfits are determined, I mutate to Manet’s Olympia or the original Titian's Venus of Urbino and desirably Ingres' Odalisque with a Slave set in exotic far-east. 

The notion for me to take a seat erect seems silly. I enjoy the thought of a NIGHT-IN with my lower and upper back and neck- totally relaxed and surrounded with my collection of cushions in contrasting ranges and designs made from the far-east that is the Ingres’ influence; mixed with new world designed cushions and the faux mink fur of acrylic made in China or the virgin wool and mohair tartan throw loomed in Scotland.

 (In the background the TV is on; the series Winners & Loser’s set in Melbourne about four girlfriends who won the lottery – visually it shows Melbourne in a good way. The scene fat/red head friend calling other friends one being Anglo tall blonde corporate type the other oriental yet westernised and ‘cool’ - to hung out in a Melbourne beer garden with fake green grass and furnished in outdoor proof pine; pseudo Berlin bars, quasi South-East Asian/Polynesian in appearance. Plagued with individuals behaving badly; others more pitiful, a few with confidence without validation.) my point exactly...

Back to “staying in” - the fare, usually I prepare a more savoury treats and delicacies not yet tolerable for some unrefined palate and the unavoidable chocolates with a criterion to be dark and foreign - from conquistador subjugated nations. I like the entire environment the dwelling to have the aroma and memories of all the pleasant upbringing and the wonderful intimate moments in my solitude. I suppose this is just how our primeval descendant habitat sensed and felt. i like to think so...

I reason my unsociable staying-in; I merely engage in slothful and little upkeep in counteract to the circumstance that my partner and sister are away from home. Yet at that time, I am never totally alone from disruption and annoyance. The phone rings, nothing on the television worthy of my time. I attempt to stay put without success I start out being inspired by what I observe via reading and seeing whatever I have in the vicinity. I begin to create artistically or rearrangement something. 

I only indulged in sufficient amount of alcoholic beverages. I’m not watching pointless television and most art house or foreign films on DVD’s duration is around two hours. I’m devouring rye toast with anchovies and pickled gherkins and of course fairtrade organic dark chocolate made in Germany.

Staying in, is the new going out. ???

In any case, my being is a desirable aspiration. Some person who reads this might sense I'm misusing my energy. However; my appetite is knowledge and cultivating myself throughout. I have more productive time being at home in comparison to dealing with small-talk in some gentrified pub or "trendy” bar serving mediocre food that makes my kitchen looks like an epicureans cornucopia three-star Michelin rank restaurant.

I have gone from cool to comfortable.

Advocating reclusiveness is not my intention, I have not become misanthrope, just a detachment. 

I adore people and mostly interesting individuals.

OK I have tendencies to be elitist; but mainly centred on subsequent experiences.

OK Darlings...