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I went for a walk today.
It was an accidental walk at that. Not to say that I woke up in the morning to find myself up and about in a foot-to-pavement-repeat motion. Rather it was a case of a necessity becoming a purposeful, intended rambling experience.
You see, HAVING to walk from one place to another does not constitute "Going for a walk". If you are walking to the pub, and someone asks you what you're doing, you say "I'm going to the pub." If you're one of those health freaks or mentalist bastards who enjoys fresh air and excercise, you may engage in the pointless excercise of "Going for a walk". You simply wander from one place in a given direction, potter about like the village idiot for an unspecified length of time, and then return to your house/flat/boat.
So anyway, yes, I was going for a walk. By accident. I met with a good friend today and we spent the afternoon as many men of our age do, walking shakily from café to shop to fire-juggling-street-performer in search of something to alleviate the soul-sodomising boredom that only Cheltenham can provide. During this time I purchased a handful of compact discs that bore recordings by one Robert Cummings, formerly of White Zombie. I purchased these "C.D.'s" in a temporary bout of forgetting that my C.D. Player is in my Student Home, and the only thing here in Prestbury that can play them is a knackered, wobbly old laptop.
As the afternoon drew to a close, my associate and I meandered our way through Cheltenham's picturesque sanford district, before arriving at his home in Charlton Kings. We said our goodbyes and Have a good New Yearses, and then I began to head home. Note, I BEGAN to head home.
Soon after starting on my return journey, I commenced absent-mindedly heading towards Balcarras Secondary School. Once there, in something of a low-IQ-fuelled daze, I journeyed past all of the usual spots that, as a child, I frequented and enjoyed on an almost daily basis. It was an interesting little journey, spying shops that had changed or shut down altogether, houses redecorated, trees felled or grown.
As I neared Prestbury, I began to think.
I started this very LJ account in order to signal the start of a new chapter in my life. A chapter that has since been finished, bound and shelved, collecting dust in my rapidly deteriorating memory. I'm sitting in the living room I always returned to after having travelled the route I always used to walk. No matter how far away I stay, I'm always going to return here, right back to the origin of who I am today, always with a fresh new mindset.
I think I need to go on more walks in future.
A belated Merry Christmas to all, and I hope you have excellent New Years.
~JACK~
It was an accidental walk at that. Not to say that I woke up in the morning to find myself up and about in a foot-to-pavement-repeat motion. Rather it was a case of a necessity becoming a purposeful, intended rambling experience.
You see, HAVING to walk from one place to another does not constitute "Going for a walk". If you are walking to the pub, and someone asks you what you're doing, you say "I'm going to the pub." If you're one of those health freaks or mentalist bastards who enjoys fresh air and excercise, you may engage in the pointless excercise of "Going for a walk". You simply wander from one place in a given direction, potter about like the village idiot for an unspecified length of time, and then return to your house/flat/boat.
So anyway, yes, I was going for a walk. By accident. I met with a good friend today and we spent the afternoon as many men of our age do, walking shakily from café to shop to fire-juggling-street-performer in search of something to alleviate the soul-sodomising boredom that only Cheltenham can provide. During this time I purchased a handful of compact discs that bore recordings by one Robert Cummings, formerly of White Zombie. I purchased these "C.D.'s" in a temporary bout of forgetting that my C.D. Player is in my Student Home, and the only thing here in Prestbury that can play them is a knackered, wobbly old laptop.
As the afternoon drew to a close, my associate and I meandered our way through Cheltenham's picturesque sanford district, before arriving at his home in Charlton Kings. We said our goodbyes and Have a good New Yearses, and then I began to head home. Note, I BEGAN to head home.
Soon after starting on my return journey, I commenced absent-mindedly heading towards Balcarras Secondary School. Once there, in something of a low-IQ-fuelled daze, I journeyed past all of the usual spots that, as a child, I frequented and enjoyed on an almost daily basis. It was an interesting little journey, spying shops that had changed or shut down altogether, houses redecorated, trees felled or grown.
As I neared Prestbury, I began to think.
I started this very LJ account in order to signal the start of a new chapter in my life. A chapter that has since been finished, bound and shelved, collecting dust in my rapidly deteriorating memory. I'm sitting in the living room I always returned to after having travelled the route I always used to walk. No matter how far away I stay, I'm always going to return here, right back to the origin of who I am today, always with a fresh new mindset.
I think I need to go on more walks in future.
A belated Merry Christmas to all, and I hope you have excellent New Years.
~JACK~