Saturday, July 09, 2005
And Found
I've been meaning to write this for the longest time :
I did get something out of my General Surgery posting, after all...
... the ability to throw a scrunched up bundle of clothing / towel into a bin from across the room, unerringly.
I wonder if it works with a basketball?
*****
My two cents worth on the london bombings - I shan't really get started because if I do, I won't stop.
You bastards. I hope your God - if he be Allah - receives you in anger.
I hope you realise then that what you wrought, in the name of your God - was truly a sin.
I hope you all burn in hell.
*****
Her voice was girlish - much more so than he'd remembered.
It was the voice of a stranger. They spoke cordially, as strangers would have done.
Later, as he spoke to a friend, she told him that he was trapped in his past, in a time warp of sorts.
She told him many other things, of which he knew she was wrong. He had not romanticised Her into a memory more than She was. If anything, Her memory was less than she truly was. But as he listened, he realised... perhaps it didn't really matter anymore.
*****
And I am.
I realise it now.
I ran 2.4 km in 10.20 today.
I thought then that it was funny... I'm the fastest I've ever been, and the strongest (he thought, as he hit 55 kg on the machines) but I look exactly the same. Yet something has changed...
For better, or for worse, I have found myself. And I think it's time I started to live again... and have some fun.
Strange that in finding myself, I now feel more adrift than ever. Perhaps that was why I clung on - not out of hope for an impossible scenario, but because of fear of confronting an uncertain future. Perhaps I was afraid that I would never find significance again, and so unwilling to search.
I'm not certain what exactly changed. They say leapards never change their spots...
Goodbye, Old Friend.
I did get something out of my General Surgery posting, after all...
... the ability to throw a scrunched up bundle of clothing / towel into a bin from across the room, unerringly.
I wonder if it works with a basketball?
*****
My two cents worth on the london bombings - I shan't really get started because if I do, I won't stop.
You bastards. I hope your God - if he be Allah - receives you in anger.
I hope you realise then that what you wrought, in the name of your God - was truly a sin.
I hope you all burn in hell.
*****
Her voice was girlish - much more so than he'd remembered.
It was the voice of a stranger. They spoke cordially, as strangers would have done.
Later, as he spoke to a friend, she told him that he was trapped in his past, in a time warp of sorts.
She told him many other things, of which he knew she was wrong. He had not romanticised Her into a memory more than She was. If anything, Her memory was less than she truly was. But as he listened, he realised... perhaps it didn't really matter anymore.
*****
And I am.
I realise it now.
I ran 2.4 km in 10.20 today.
I thought then that it was funny... I'm the fastest I've ever been, and the strongest (he thought, as he hit 55 kg on the machines) but I look exactly the same. Yet something has changed...
For better, or for worse, I have found myself. And I think it's time I started to live again... and have some fun.
Strange that in finding myself, I now feel more adrift than ever. Perhaps that was why I clung on - not out of hope for an impossible scenario, but because of fear of confronting an uncertain future. Perhaps I was afraid that I would never find significance again, and so unwilling to search.
I'm not certain what exactly changed. They say leapards never change their spots...
Goodbye, Old Friend.
