Empty bars in the afternoonBy means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways |
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I’ve found myself another job, one better paid and better placed than the one I didn’t bother going to the other week after having a mental give-up, so I’m feeling quite placid. That’s all I’m safe saying.
Self-defense is a natural part of human nature, right? Well, I don’t really have it, and I’ve started to wonder if that’s contributing to some of my troubles. No matter what happens to me, I find I can’t get angry at people. I’ve never hated anyone, no matter what they’ve done to me, to someone I care for or a person in the street. Rather, I find I instantly empathise with them and understand why they’ve done what they’ve just done. Say a friend shits on another friend by kissing his girlfriend. I don’t take sides, I just think, hell, I know exactly how that’s happened to those two, either because it’s happened to me or because it’s instantly imaginable how that situation may arise between two people. Say I find out someone’s lied to me in their own best interests. I don’t get mad and fall out with them, …read more.
What I wrote about before – Louise by The Human League encapsulates it.
It’s been a while since I wrote here, for a good reason. I spent most of the past few weeks in a bit of a stupor and it would have been silly to write anything then as it always ultimately turns out to be meaningless once I come to. Over the past week, though, I’ve come to my senses and feel much better now. Those past few weeks are most obviously marked by my decision not to go to the new job I had lined up. I did that because I’m past the point where I can do work that hurts me just for the money. I’ve worked in factories and warehouses and stuck to it, but I’m not wasting more of my life like that. So I thought, after consultation with my family and friends – fuck it! And I did. I spent the next couple of weeks in a bit …read more.
In the first of a new series of staggeringly simple pieces to write as I sit here at strange times of night unable to sleep, here’s Cynthia Geary who plays the under-rated spaf Shelly Tambo in Northern Exposure.
If Hovis’ next advertising campaign needs a motherly figure sliding a loaf of freshly baked bread out of the oven, Geary is in pole position for the role.
Well, it has been a while, hasn’t it? I haven’t had a particularly eventful couple of weeks, mind, so there’s reason for that. Once or twice over the past fortnight I’ve sat and thought “I should update” but quickly remember that it’s a silly idea to just write about anything for the sake of it. So why am I writing now? It’s because I’ve had a thought to share, sprung from something I read months ago. |
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