Rad Gait
When I was in my first year of high school, I was walking along one day when Dane-someoneorother came over to me and said "Hey! You walk with your arms out from your sides, like this. Like you think you're tough. But you're not."*
For a short while I was very self conscious about how I walk, so I made an effort to correct it. Later, I would find that things had changed more than I first realised, because since late high school until this day, people have always told me that I don't walk. I strut. Everywhere.
I can't help it, it's just my auto-walk mode. I do feel self conscious about it still sometimes, like if I'm on a busy road with lots of traffic going by and I'm the only pedestrian around. Are people in their cars looking at me and thinking, what the fuck has he got to strut about?
Don't get me wrong, I'm pro-strut. It's just that I can't turn it off. But maybe the Fonz was the same? I don't know. Strutting isn't always suitable though. Like if you're part of a funeral procession, or walking into an STD clinic. Those are the times I feel out of touch with the common man.
I want to ride a camel in the Sahara. I will do it soon. I want to go to Tunisia.
So it was pointed out to me that there was a direct correlation between the time I stopped blogging a few months ago and the time I got a girlfriend. Of course, correlation does not always suggest causality, but I think it's a safe enough conclusion at this point. I drew a graph, in case any of you fucking morons are too stupid to understand what I'm talking about. Maths can be hard.
Anyway, she is lovely. Also, I moved into another new flat, seeing as my last one turned out to be a depressing shit farm. I now live on Bethnal Green road, above a kebab store. I am getting faaaaaaat. Vegetarian options are limited, but they do a mean felafel.
I should get ready for work.
* DANE WAS FUCKING MASSIVE
For a short while I was very self conscious about how I walk, so I made an effort to correct it. Later, I would find that things had changed more than I first realised, because since late high school until this day, people have always told me that I don't walk. I strut. Everywhere.
I can't help it, it's just my auto-walk mode. I do feel self conscious about it still sometimes, like if I'm on a busy road with lots of traffic going by and I'm the only pedestrian around. Are people in their cars looking at me and thinking, what the fuck has he got to strut about?
Don't get me wrong, I'm pro-strut. It's just that I can't turn it off. But maybe the Fonz was the same? I don't know. Strutting isn't always suitable though. Like if you're part of a funeral procession, or walking into an STD clinic. Those are the times I feel out of touch with the common man.
I want to ride a camel in the Sahara. I will do it soon. I want to go to Tunisia.
So it was pointed out to me that there was a direct correlation between the time I stopped blogging a few months ago and the time I got a girlfriend. Of course, correlation does not always suggest causality, but I think it's a safe enough conclusion at this point. I drew a graph, in case any of you fucking morons are too stupid to understand what I'm talking about. Maths can be hard.
Anyway, she is lovely. Also, I moved into another new flat, seeing as my last one turned out to be a depressing shit farm. I now live on Bethnal Green road, above a kebab store. I am getting faaaaaaat. Vegetarian options are limited, but they do a mean felafel.
I should get ready for work.
* DANE WAS FUCKING MASSIVE