You'll Never Be Alone Again
This weekend, in simple terms, has been pretty awesome. Back to old times with the originals, no excessive drinking or extreme acts, just being able to talk and laugh is enough. I love my friends. Aside from that, pretty much decided i love autumn. I don't know if I should be concerned at the extent to which dog-walking with lovely boy in a sunny orchard makes me happy... In fact I don't care if it makes us sound like an old married couple, I love it when simple things turn out the best, and having more time the last few days has been really good.
Back to mondays though... ignoring the pain of having to get up at a stupid time, I really don't mind them that much. Someone always manages to make me laugh somehow, even if it ends up involving a lot of chafing in the process. Stressful times coming, but it could be worse.
This isn't very insightful at all, someday soon i'll write something with actual content, maybe.
:)
Monday, 15 September 2008
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
You've Hit Your One Wall, Now Find A Way Round
no you can't run away, no you can't run away.
Cocktail of emotions going on here to be honest. Cliched but the morning after the night before turned out to be a bit of a catastrophe. The whole teen party scene is a bit of an accident waiting to happen, but people drink themselves into destruction knowing that drama is lingering nearby, tempting fate, so why does it appear as such a shock afterwards?
Normally it's our friends that get us through the problem patches, but I'm carrying out my normal routine, trying not to get involved, watching people I love fall apart over what could be such a small and insignificant thing. It's not the first time something like this has happened, and it won't be the last... but somehow things get blown out of proportion, people refuse to see things from a different perspective, or without the blurred vision of someone in lust, or anger.
I don't mean to be pesssimistic, I don't enjoy it. The future is somehow a lot closer now school's started up again with university choices and all that jazz. At the same time I feel I should be ridiculously happy, I am, but difficult times are coming, and the onset of difficult times is an unwelcome visitor that always seems to interrupt the moments of ecstasy. In a way it makes everything more real, I tend to think good things can never last or be entirely perfect. Bittersweet, but I'll find a way through, and I know i'll never really be alone, even if I think I deserve to be.
:)
Cocktail of emotions going on here to be honest. Cliched but the morning after the night before turned out to be a bit of a catastrophe. The whole teen party scene is a bit of an accident waiting to happen, but people drink themselves into destruction knowing that drama is lingering nearby, tempting fate, so why does it appear as such a shock afterwards?
Normally it's our friends that get us through the problem patches, but I'm carrying out my normal routine, trying not to get involved, watching people I love fall apart over what could be such a small and insignificant thing. It's not the first time something like this has happened, and it won't be the last... but somehow things get blown out of proportion, people refuse to see things from a different perspective, or without the blurred vision of someone in lust, or anger.
I don't mean to be pesssimistic, I don't enjoy it. The future is somehow a lot closer now school's started up again with university choices and all that jazz. At the same time I feel I should be ridiculously happy, I am, but difficult times are coming, and the onset of difficult times is an unwelcome visitor that always seems to interrupt the moments of ecstasy. In a way it makes everything more real, I tend to think good things can never last or be entirely perfect. Bittersweet, but I'll find a way through, and I know i'll never really be alone, even if I think I deserve to be.
:)
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