After last weeks two volumes of sickening optimism, normal service is resumed.
So, I was sitting at the train station last night, feeling a bit miserable that I hadn't immediately grasped the full intracacies of my new job, when a bloke about my age, with the look of a slightly deranged / simpleton / alcoholic (you know the score) ignored all the empty seats on the plaftorm (the station was empty, except for me), walked up to me, smiled, and sat down next to me. Now it doesn't take a genius to figure out that this was just a lonely guy who wanted a chat, some company. I looked the other way. Nice one Martin.
But then it dawned on me, am I just him with a little more luck and a nice suit? Am I just desperation and loneliness, with a job and some education?
Needless to say I didn't smile or engage people in conversation on the journey home, but instead contemplated the emptyness in my life, followed, inevitably, by pounding two bottles of wine down my throat. Oh well, life goes on.
:shock:
So, I was sitting at the train station last night, feeling a bit miserable that I hadn't immediately grasped the full intracacies of my new job, when a bloke about my age, with the look of a slightly deranged / simpleton / alcoholic (you know the score) ignored all the empty seats on the plaftorm (the station was empty, except for me), walked up to me, smiled, and sat down next to me. Now it doesn't take a genius to figure out that this was just a lonely guy who wanted a chat, some company. I looked the other way. Nice one Martin.
But then it dawned on me, am I just him with a little more luck and a nice suit? Am I just desperation and loneliness, with a job and some education?
Needless to say I didn't smile or engage people in conversation on the journey home, but instead contemplated the emptyness in my life, followed, inevitably, by pounding two bottles of wine down my throat. Oh well, life goes on.
:shock:
