January
"January is a quiet time of year, things tend to pick up around march when people start to act normally" said the lady in a burger van on my lunch-break talking about her lean sales. She was of course talking about Resolutions being made in vain, things like quitting smoking or eating less burgers. She's right of course, but her salt of the earth approach made me even more convinced to stick to my own guns in trying to better myself in this new year and, shit, new decade.
For the last ten years, from 16-26, the main overriding philosophy circling all around me has been hedonism. Drink and drugs. Late nights. Little sleep. Blackouts. A lot of fun, but a lot of harm. Everything started on December 31st 1999 when I lay down alone on the dancefloor at a houseparty and listened to Afrika Shox. It was almost like that song transformed me. And so now I want to evolve into something else, like to accomplish something this decade, and it has started well:
I am:
-running shitloads (with a dog normally)
-pumping iron
-writing poetry
I got to leave Data Processing in Comet (electrical goods enterprise) and return to the reception I previously worked at. It's such a crap building that it's great. It's for the fostering and adoption team for the Local Council so I feel good about that. There were different departments in there four years ago, so it feels surreal having new faces.It's all part of the shake-up though. Hull confirmed itself as the shitty city in that period at Comet though. It's not even so shit that it's good. It's just pretty shit. It's grey, underprivileged, malnourished and it swears a lot and eats too many burgers. Anyway, one good thing I got out of it was to meet Teri, a fresh-faced, smiley girl who radiates attraction.I had to break through the regimented coffee breaks that you get in call centres to make the opportunity to talk to her. I did this and it it felt good. Breaking out of the comfort zone the first time made the next approach a lot easier. Now I've left the job, we're emailing each other and hopefully I'll see her soon for a drink.
In other news, my friend Ed and I signed up for Italian lessons but they got cancelled. I guess pumping iron replaced that time-wise so it ain't no theng. Been getting into cosmic ordering and borrowed a book about buddhism from one of the chefs at work. I finished reading The Wasp factory by Iain Banks and stared The Dharma Bus by Jack Kerouac. Like Kerouac and his drinking; some hedomism spilled over into the decade but it's few and far between, therefore I'm getting better. To mop up the booze one lunchtime, I bought a burger from the lady when she started being philosophical. All in all, I'll tell you what: I see her as a lady that sells burgers and not the oracle, so I won't be acting normal in March.
For the last ten years, from 16-26, the main overriding philosophy circling all around me has been hedonism. Drink and drugs. Late nights. Little sleep. Blackouts. A lot of fun, but a lot of harm. Everything started on December 31st 1999 when I lay down alone on the dancefloor at a houseparty and listened to Afrika Shox. It was almost like that song transformed me. And so now I want to evolve into something else, like to accomplish something this decade, and it has started well:
I am:
-running shitloads (with a dog normally)
-pumping iron
-writing poetry
I got to leave Data Processing in Comet (electrical goods enterprise) and return to the reception I previously worked at. It's such a crap building that it's great. It's for the fostering and adoption team for the Local Council so I feel good about that. There were different departments in there four years ago, so it feels surreal having new faces.It's all part of the shake-up though. Hull confirmed itself as the shitty city in that period at Comet though. It's not even so shit that it's good. It's just pretty shit. It's grey, underprivileged, malnourished and it swears a lot and eats too many burgers. Anyway, one good thing I got out of it was to meet Teri, a fresh-faced, smiley girl who radiates attraction.I had to break through the regimented coffee breaks that you get in call centres to make the opportunity to talk to her. I did this and it it felt good. Breaking out of the comfort zone the first time made the next approach a lot easier. Now I've left the job, we're emailing each other and hopefully I'll see her soon for a drink.
In other news, my friend Ed and I signed up for Italian lessons but they got cancelled. I guess pumping iron replaced that time-wise so it ain't no theng. Been getting into cosmic ordering and borrowed a book about buddhism from one of the chefs at work. I finished reading The Wasp factory by Iain Banks and stared The Dharma Bus by Jack Kerouac. Like Kerouac and his drinking; some hedomism spilled over into the decade but it's few and far between, therefore I'm getting better. To mop up the booze one lunchtime, I bought a burger from the lady when she started being philosophical. All in all, I'll tell you what: I see her as a lady that sells burgers and not the oracle, so I won't be acting normal in March.