Sounds about right
Sometimes I wonder if it's unhealthy or unnatural how deeply I think about Ewan sometimes. But then I get distracted. You know like "Is it weird that I think about Ewan so deeply? Ewan..." Destination reached.
Mate, we're definitely in the middle of the lives and changing direction is going to be hard. Like changing careers will be a bit hard. Changing other things will be harder. I wish I'd lived away from Melbourne more when I was younger. Now I have children to worry about, their schooling to worry about, money to worry about. It's not impossible to do this but the implications are much broader. So I probably won't do much to change my life. Not in bold movements anyway. Not for now at least. But you know I just think about Elena Greco. I know she's fictional, but lives are long and much can be done in them.
Meanwhile my hair is greying a lot around my hairline. The unattractiveness of this coarse grey hair is exacerbated by the fact I also have post-pregnancy regrowth all around my hairline. I have this under-fringe under my fringe which is about an inch long and which is sticks up in unwieldy ways and which is about as welcome as a kick in the teeth. This hair will grow out but grey hairs are just going to keep on coming. It's confronting.
Like the fact that it's been nearly 20 years since the turn of the millennium. Holy fuck! 20 years! I remember in 1985 thinking "Wow the year 2000 is only 15 years away!" Now I have to think "Wow the year 2000 was only 15 years ago!" YEEE! Planning 3 years in advance really must mess with your space-time experience. When I worked in journals I always worked 3 months in advance and I'd never know what month it was, as if I don't suffer from that problem enough!
Mate, we're definitely in the middle of the lives and changing direction is going to be hard. Like changing careers will be a bit hard. Changing other things will be harder. I wish I'd lived away from Melbourne more when I was younger. Now I have children to worry about, their schooling to worry about, money to worry about. It's not impossible to do this but the implications are much broader. So I probably won't do much to change my life. Not in bold movements anyway. Not for now at least. But you know I just think about Elena Greco. I know she's fictional, but lives are long and much can be done in them.
Meanwhile my hair is greying a lot around my hairline. The unattractiveness of this coarse grey hair is exacerbated by the fact I also have post-pregnancy regrowth all around my hairline. I have this under-fringe under my fringe which is about an inch long and which is sticks up in unwieldy ways and which is about as welcome as a kick in the teeth. This hair will grow out but grey hairs are just going to keep on coming. It's confronting.
Like the fact that it's been nearly 20 years since the turn of the millennium. Holy fuck! 20 years! I remember in 1985 thinking "Wow the year 2000 is only 15 years away!" Now I have to think "Wow the year 2000 was only 15 years ago!" YEEE! Planning 3 years in advance really must mess with your space-time experience. When I worked in journals I always worked 3 months in advance and I'd never know what month it was, as if I don't suffer from that problem enough!
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