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Thursday, November 02, 2006 it's been six years since i have worked this much - but, yet, however - it is the first time i have been sad and/or depressed after such hard work - it doesn't normally take that much effort - but living an easy life can do that to an honest man, in this way and say and nay of life - i should've been happy, excited, pure and everything else we all once felt - i shouldve felt reckless and fearless and invinsible - much like a maturekindofhappy - i was given two days off work, before an already long weekend (government accepted) - but i just left work on a wednesday afternoon and said... "catch ya later guys!" and raised my eyebrows as i waved - i walked to the train station with my man in limbo - my workmate - if i could be even more patronising i would call him my apprentice, but he is far too cool - so we walked to the train station, and he offered me my sin - i told him mine and my plans for my long weekend and everything evened out - it was hot enough for november already, and i could feel my bag resting on one shoulder as we walked Wellington st - a month or so now - does that consist? - does that result? - does that maintain a routine? - we talked music and strip clubs because we had finished work for the day (shit, even the week and it was wednesday...a one of...a best of...) - he is five years younger than me. at the time, and he jumped across the railway tracks as if inspector gadget were spying and there he sat and waited for his train, as i waited for mine - for around 40 seconds - they came at the same time, and on this hot enough wednesday afternoon we both wished each other a good weekend as our trains crisscrossed and we got on with the rest of it. im on my forth train for the day, and thank god it's my last - (should i say something about how im trying to quit?) - i pull out the local beat street press from my bag that i saved all day and stand and lean againt the doors of the carriage just to piss the rest of them off, even though there are plenty of seats left and available - im trying to say something here - i read, and turn down my mp3 (what have i become?) player because there are two teenagers picking each other up standing next to me - however the female of the pair keeps peeking at my... words and tries to read them - i let her and turn down my mp3 player secretly and try to hear what the two new lovewords have to say to each other - it's nothing much and before too long she is gone, and im left with the guy and he is young and looks like jack white, and i would wish him the best, if only he needed it - instead i realise, and know he belongs with me wednesday weekend - coupla pots or a sixer? - it's hot enough so i buy a sixer and make my way - the long way due to a fading memory - or is that just due to intelligence, and the rememberance of all true things that truely matter but are rarely thoguht of? - i will wonder till the day i die -i will think till the day i truely live - i will live till the day i realise with the premieum sixer in my bag and the setting sun hot enough, i walked and remembered my local CDstore had moved and shifted recently, to somewhere even more heartless and characterless - one up for the little man, you stupid bastards - i buy a DVD cos i just wanted to buy something, man, jesus - the meredith music festival dvd - i had it all, except a longer than expected walk home, with some luggage - i walk take the longer road and trudge it, think it, and wonder about the heads in all those cars as they stand still as i walk and two small koreans stop me on the most industrial beautiful road to glory of eastern suburibia - "hello..." i saiw it coming "... we are from korea..." "oh, ok...cool..." i unplug on of my earphones. "...yes, we also go to bible school and...." why was i feeling so down? - i walked a regular path and train and footpath and deep down i knew it would all pass - feeling down and out is just as natural as feeling overjoyed on your seventh birthday party - it's okay - it's happy - and it's day to day life - and it's sad - it's natural to feel sad - depressed and down and out - dont' fight it - embrace sadness and break your own heart - the sun sets and the sun rises - but at times like these, at times like mine, that has nothing to do with it and it almost happened- what we've all been waiting for, dear loyal reader - dear only friend - that moment in life i wait for, you wait for, and we wait for together - that moment which will most likely take place in the most public of all places... - it almost happend - and i shook my head in awe and had nowhere else to look but to the ground and then to the sky - two such extremes must have something to say at moments likes these... ...yes she was attractive... yes she was blonde and probably everything else, i couldnt care less - what really took my realisation to the limit was that it was 6pm and daylight, and this young athletic powerwalking honest and cool-enough young woman felt the need to exercise with a stick fisted in her hand - her lesuireweaponofchoisebeastick - she felt the need to walk walk for exercise first of all, and second of all, she felt the need to carry a makeshift weapon... what else do i deserve? - why do i even walk home everyday? - simon posted by Simon Thursday, November 02, 2006 |
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