They are lining up to be insane
A funny thing happened at work today. I saw a girl I haven’t seen since first year French. She looked amazingly stunning. I remember she was always cute, but she has certainly moved into the HAWT stage. She gave me a business card.
This last action on her part makes me feel a little strange. It reminds me in no uncertain terms that I’m yet to really forge a solid path in life, something many of my contemporaries have managed admirably. When I turn up to my 10 year reuninon, I will probably not have a business card to hand out, nor will I have a snappy, business savvy tittle. I mean, there are only a very few ways to jazz up being a bartender (beverage manager? Point of sale alcohol provider?).
And it comes at a time in my life when for once I don’t feel so afraid of the future. I look forward to it. I have just finished uni, and I have a piece of paper that says so. I have garanteed empoloyment with a friend that I hold dear, so I know that I won’t starve to death. I have some avenues of future employment in other areas, and all in all, things look positive. So… why is it that the very day that I am feeling somewhat happy with myself, a blast from the past brings forth so many uneasy feelings?
liquid chemist? matchmaker? um… social facilitator? *shrugs* no doubt you can apply all sorts of spins to it.
if i were cynical i’d say its life kicking you up the arse to remind you that nothing is ever gonna be perfect coz something will always bring you down. but im not cynical, oh no not me.
July 21st, 2004 | #
liquid chemist? matchmaker? um… social facilitator? *shrugs* no doubt you can apply all sorts of spins to it.
if i were cynical i’d say its life kicking you up the arse to remind you that nothing is ever gonna be perfect coz something will always bring you down. but im not cynical, oh no not me.
July 21st, 2004 | #