Introspective
"You've got your hog lumps, you've got your beer, what more do you need?" -Ed, Shaun of the Dead.
Got a unexpected call today from my friend Gav this afternoon asking me if I fancied going to the pub. Now this wasn't unexpected for the fact that someone was asking me to the pub, but unexpected that it was Gav. We generally just meet up on the regular lads night of Wednesday. I wasn't particually wanting to go to the pub what with my recent purchase of a 28" TV and acquiring Daryls X-box in a game of Sabacc. However I sensed that something wasn't right and agreed.
My suspicions were confirmed when at just a little after eight I swaggered into the pub ordered a pint glanced round the decidedly empty pub completely missing Gav on my first look round but getting him on my second and instantly realising that something was wrong with him. I've seen worn, I've seen down, I've seen elated and I've seen just about every state imaginable by people in a pub and I instantly recoginsed a dude who had just broken up with his women. Sitting down Gav quickly confirmed that indeed he and Alison had split up.
The ensuring three hour conversation that transgressed made me think about my life quiet a bit. It was most strange for me to be on the other side of the depressed I've just split up with my girlfriend conversation, it was most wierd mainly because me and Gav are so simaler personality wise when it comes to women. This lead to a quite bizzare time where he, unwittingly, lead me back through all my failed relationships making me quiet depressed. We talked about how it's all the little things that always remind you of people and how when you see something it always reminds you of someone.
I soon found myself thinking back about past girlfriends. About where I'd been, what I'd been doing, what we'd been sharing, talking about. I thought about how different it was from the same old shit that I go through every week with my friends. I love them to death, but it's always the same old thing. Drinking and talking about the same bullshit. So all night, I couldn't help but think of the past. of the conversations I'd had. Of driving around, of getting cozy in front of a television, of going to the movies.
There's never anything that doesn't in some way marginally remind me of them, of the past.
It's pointless. it's stupid, it's futile, it's irrational, and thinking like this is just going to end in pain.
In other news I've got a new car (new to me anyway).
"You've got your hog lumps, you've got your beer, what more do you need?" -Ed, Shaun of the Dead.
Got a unexpected call today from my friend Gav this afternoon asking me if I fancied going to the pub. Now this wasn't unexpected for the fact that someone was asking me to the pub, but unexpected that it was Gav. We generally just meet up on the regular lads night of Wednesday. I wasn't particually wanting to go to the pub what with my recent purchase of a 28" TV and acquiring Daryls X-box in a game of Sabacc. However I sensed that something wasn't right and agreed.
My suspicions were confirmed when at just a little after eight I swaggered into the pub ordered a pint glanced round the decidedly empty pub completely missing Gav on my first look round but getting him on my second and instantly realising that something was wrong with him. I've seen worn, I've seen down, I've seen elated and I've seen just about every state imaginable by people in a pub and I instantly recoginsed a dude who had just broken up with his women. Sitting down Gav quickly confirmed that indeed he and Alison had split up.
The ensuring three hour conversation that transgressed made me think about my life quiet a bit. It was most strange for me to be on the other side of the depressed I've just split up with my girlfriend conversation, it was most wierd mainly because me and Gav are so simaler personality wise when it comes to women. This lead to a quite bizzare time where he, unwittingly, lead me back through all my failed relationships making me quiet depressed. We talked about how it's all the little things that always remind you of people and how when you see something it always reminds you of someone.
I soon found myself thinking back about past girlfriends. About where I'd been, what I'd been doing, what we'd been sharing, talking about. I thought about how different it was from the same old shit that I go through every week with my friends. I love them to death, but it's always the same old thing. Drinking and talking about the same bullshit. So all night, I couldn't help but think of the past. of the conversations I'd had. Of driving around, of getting cozy in front of a television, of going to the movies.
There's never anything that doesn't in some way marginally remind me of them, of the past.
It's pointless. it's stupid, it's futile, it's irrational, and thinking like this is just going to end in pain.
In other news I've got a new car (new to me anyway).
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