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I played basketball tonight, finning in for the team a coupla guys at work plan in. I sucked quite a lot. I'm really quite unfit (something I noticed creeping in about three years ago) and I've lost any touch I once had. Playing with a slightly smaller ball didn't help either.
Now I remember just how much I dislike driving to and from night-time sports. For some reason it just brings up feelings of loneliness, possibly because I'm stuck in traffic by myself for 50 minutes. (Ya think?) Also perhaps because sporting achievement doesn't really seem to be appreciated by anyone I know (outside of work!) and so all the momentum for doing it has to come from within. Having not done it for some time I'd lost what it felt like, and I can't say I think it's something that will be overcome with repetition. Seems like there are things you just can't quite go back to, for better or worse.
What would I go back to? When would I go back to? I've often said that the pinnacle of my existence was at 26 and everything since has been kinda life after death. (I have a nice little graph in my head at that thought; a nice "A" curve.) I'd certainly do things differently, knowing what I know now, but I was (and still am) pretty stupid socially, so I guess that means I would have fallen and failed a lot more. Methinks there is a lesson in this for today's world.
I will not speak of last night's sex dream... although I will tell you I had one, which is far worse.
Now I remember just how much I dislike driving to and from night-time sports. For some reason it just brings up feelings of loneliness, possibly because I'm stuck in traffic by myself for 50 minutes. (Ya think?) Also perhaps because sporting achievement doesn't really seem to be appreciated by anyone I know (outside of work!) and so all the momentum for doing it has to come from within. Having not done it for some time I'd lost what it felt like, and I can't say I think it's something that will be overcome with repetition. Seems like there are things you just can't quite go back to, for better or worse.
What would I go back to? When would I go back to? I've often said that the pinnacle of my existence was at 26 and everything since has been kinda life after death. (I have a nice little graph in my head at that thought; a nice "A" curve.) I'd certainly do things differently, knowing what I know now, but I was (and still am) pretty stupid socially, so I guess that means I would have fallen and failed a lot more. Methinks there is a lesson in this for today's world.
I will not speak of last night's sex dream... although I will tell you I had one, which is far worse.