Sick Of Playing The Same Old Games

Absolutely amazing, three weeks off of university that can only be summed up in one word: Inertia. To make matters worse, I finally bumped in to Ricky who now runs his own business, makes shitloads of cash and has massive savings in various forms. He didn’t go to Uni and is already one of the more successful people I know. Naturally, finding this out only increased the apathy levels regarding work.

These few weeks have also been plagued with bad dreams featuring Onion Terror. The first was that we were playing in a prison – then we all got murdered, the second was in a warped Moorings, where nobody listened to us and we were replaced mid-set. I’m currently having massive doubts anyway about the shape of the band because I seem to be the only person trying and we’ve not collectively learnt a song in about a year.

I wonder how many old dogs have actually learnt new tricks over the course of time. I say this because years after I was first acquainted with a person, they’ve managed to pull exactly the same moves from their bag o’ tricks on one of my best friends. Perhaps it’s a coincidence or just circumstantial but I really don’t know whether to crack a smile or a cringe because this dog just loves to create the illusion that it’s always in danger.

Also, why is it that almost every marvellous spectacle you’re likely to witness – from someone falling over and hurting themselves to top-heavy ladies running for the bus – will inevitably be ruined by a visual obstruction? If I had a Euro for every time this happened to me I could start up my own bureau de change!

Finally, the other day I thought how weird it was that in my 20+ years on earth I may not have even met the person who I might wed / trust more than anyone else. After realising how many things can happen in 20 years and how they change the direction of peoples’ lives it’s strange that you might not witness, or know anything about such a significant time of your partner's life.