Aussies, in Byron Bay.
Hard shells, gooey insides.
Yep, these Aussies are hard to crack. You need to be in the right place at the right time with the correct tool kit to crack these bad boys open. It’s like a game of chess, one minute you’re winning and the next you’re knocked back again, it’s extremely fun and challenging all at once.
Now look, I’m not going to chuck every Aussie into a bag and call it a ‘stereo-type’, trust me, I want to believe they’re all different yet as a general consensus, they ain’t gonna chuck you a life-line without you giving them a fucking damn good reason! Hey fair enough I’m not judging, but I will admit that I’m having to adapt, expand and even shape-shift to make genuine connections in the Kangaroo hood.
My Queen is out in the battlefield fighting off the tits and tats as my pawns learn how to create barriers of my own that I’ve never had to build before, just incase I cross a boundary I didn’t know about. Good to build my own wall of pawns protecting me from throwing it all out there like a desperate fisherman.
It’s as though they breathe in ‘cool’ and literally breathe back out the definition of it for the rest of us…
They don’t seem to make many mistakes, nor do they hold much lack of confidence or self-doubt. They’re all fucking tan with washboard abs and lifted asses and yes both male and female fit into this category. I can’t yet figure out whether it’s an unattractive or inspiring trait of their’s, yet regardless it has me going on runs and keeping my tan in check even though I’m quarter Spanish and that doesn’t seem to be an issue for me (phew, one get out jail free card)!
I’m loving the challenge though, slowly (very fucking slowly) adapting to their impeccable coolness, cliquey groups and learning ‘Aussie chiller’ as my second language. “How to be cool without seeming as though you’re trying to be cool”, I mean, it’s a great skill to learn to say the least!
Jesus I feel like I’m back in school trying to desperately get in with popular group, how incredibly HUMBLING.
Kiwi’s just don’t seem to keep up with the status quo and even if we do, it’s a more unique attempt (delicate choice of words) with it’s own kiwi spin on it. Possibly due to our conservative behaviour or simply our isolation from the rest of the world, who know’s but it’s more present to me now more than ever. Not a bad thing, just different.
Fingers crossed I can eventually crack the code using my kiwi charm and I’ll be off slinging brews and drinking coconut cold brew with the locals in no time ;) Good thing I’m an extrovert otherwise my King would be dead before the pawns even got out on that chess board!
I’ll either get chewed up and spat out, or I might be lucky enough to stick around awhile…
I’ll keep you posted team. On and up baby!