Wednesday, July 16, 2003
I once had a web page where i tended to write about the good things in my life; this blog, however focuses on the mundane, everyday existence. Upon discussion with someone I realised that this blog may well paint a darker picture of my life than it is, in reality; someone else, though commented that this site is better written than the last - for it's honesty.
So that leaves me wondering what to write about... the nice things? There've been a few. Getting hit on by a patient's daughter is well worth a laugh; picture her as an angelina jodie lookalike (minus the oversized lips) and it's positively hysterical :) Other nice things? Feeling a - rare - strong attraction at first sight to someone, and discovering mutuality was worth a laugh too, nevermind that it couldn't go anywhere.
But no, I'd rather write about the things I feel like writing about. And so, instead I'll write that I feel like I'm in stasis, here on holiday; alternately sleeping, and occasionally meeting with friends, but by and large feeling trapped by sheer ennui. Surfing the web constantly to find that everyone else's blog seems to have gone into suspended animation; that nothing, at all is happening, and I can't just wander out of the house and take a random walk, like I do in London, because back here, back home, I am not my own master.
So that leaves me wondering what to write about... the nice things? There've been a few. Getting hit on by a patient's daughter is well worth a laugh; picture her as an angelina jodie lookalike (minus the oversized lips) and it's positively hysterical :) Other nice things? Feeling a - rare - strong attraction at first sight to someone, and discovering mutuality was worth a laugh too, nevermind that it couldn't go anywhere.
But no, I'd rather write about the things I feel like writing about. And so, instead I'll write that I feel like I'm in stasis, here on holiday; alternately sleeping, and occasionally meeting with friends, but by and large feeling trapped by sheer ennui. Surfing the web constantly to find that everyone else's blog seems to have gone into suspended animation; that nothing, at all is happening, and I can't just wander out of the house and take a random walk, like I do in London, because back here, back home, I am not my own master.
