We just get the one life, you know. Just one. You can’t live someone else’s or think it’s more important just because it’s more dramatic. What happens matters. Maybe only to us, but it matters.
50 points to anyone who can tell me what film that quote is from.
I used to always want to write an autobiography, but the main snags were always the fact that no-one would buy it, and no-one would care. As far as lives go, yeah, it’s been pretty mundane; not a patch on lives containing real hardship, or half as exciting as some extravagant celebrity life, but there have been a few highlights, a few interesting situations, several struggles, but most importantly it’s been my life (that last fact goes a long way to explaining why I have such a vested interest in it, and why others wouldn’t). Why don’t I want to write it anymore though? Well, I am telling the story right now, albeit in a disjointed, non-chronological fashion, via this blog. I was reading through some old entries earlier in the week, and it’s incredible the amount of information you could gather from them.
I keep seeing foxes when I go out for a cigarette at night. I’ve been trying to get a picture of them but the damn things must know when I am bringing my camera out with me as they never appear. And on the times when I don’t bring my camera out with me, they hang around for ages – a fair distance away, granted – sometimes even two or three of them, darting through the front gardens of the houses opposite. The other night they made a right racket, knocking over the bins a few doors down then scrabbling over fences to get away from all the attention they unwittingly garnered.
I find myself really looking forward to Summer this year. Thing is, I never look forward to Summer as I find it to generally be too hot and I can’t really deal with all the sun and the heat. So why am I really looking forward to Summer this year? It may be because I seem to be feeling the cold more than usual this winter, or my body may be yearning for some vitamin D. Anyway, this is not a rhetorical question. If you have an inkling as to why I might possibly be looking forward to summer, then please: answers on a postcard. Or, in a comment. The second option would be far quicker.
Is it K-Pax?
I’m looking forward to the summer more due to increased interest in summer-friendly hobbies – ie. climbing and circus skills.
Nope, not K-Pax.
You must be getting quite good at the circus skills stuff now – I saw pics of your escapades for Sports Relief on Facebook, I look forward to seeing them first-hand at the next meet or at Karl’s wedding or wherever it may be that we next see each other.