T's Blog Point Zero Zero Two
Not that we should do it...
But I know I certainly do...
I'm just getting a little pissed at myself as to how bad I'm getting at it when I REALLY Really, really wanted to get away with it!
There is this one girl who I always seem to see out and about. Not everytime, but often enough. Last time she invaded my local. Now, I'm not saying I'm hilarious when I'm drunk, but I think you all can concur that I AM pretty damn funny (!!??!) But I think this time when I saw her, I was in the early stages of having the "casual" sip sip and she had been hitting it hard for hours on end.
And I couldn't get rid of her.
The semi goodbye's like cool, yer, we'll catch up about that next time (failed)
Changing the subject that surely they cannot know about therefore join in on (failed)
Excusing yourself for another drink run (failed)
Moving tables (failed)
It was a painful innings of blah blah ba blah blah BLAH.
To say it nicely... she needed to be shot that night.
I think it goes without saying that next time I saw her... I still wanted to shoot her, and worse yet (if there is something worse that manslaughter??!?) I didn't want to have to re-live and be re-exposed to everything she babbled on about that night.
All this runs through your head within a micro second.
Your mind also believes the only possible plausible solution would be to...
HIDE.
You may have seen them but you firmy believe they have not yet seen you back, and in an instant your mind convinces you that hiding is the only way to survive this "non encounter"
Often you have everyday hiding tools on hand that can assist...
Lovin todays fashion of the large dark sunnies - no way of any direct eye contact which always leaves the door open for complete ignorance. Oops - just didn't see anything or anyone through these babies!
The lame - but sometimes essential - use of the mobile phone. Head down "busy busy busy" sending this oh so important text. I've learnt not to do the pretend phonecall, cause you know at that precise moment your mother will call you (it really hurts the ego aswell as the lobes)
Shop entrances closer to you than them.
Skipping certain isles and just leaving those items on the grocery list for next time.
Actually doubling up on aisles - you were heading west...now you're going to pretend you were heading east and go back through the aisles you have actually already shopped.
Partners in crime. Dragging the person you're with into the whole dirty world of hiding and engrosing them in an unjust conversation.
Active thinking - staring into nowhere using your hands as counting tools showing that you're deep into solving the problems of tomorrow.
The possibilities that your mind comes up with truely are exceptional.
So why is it that this morning I literally walked myself straight into this girl??!!?
Getting the paper from the corner store. I had the correct change so instead of plonking it on the benchtop and doing the head nod and hand wave to acknowledge my purchase and correct payment... I waited.
Then...
SHE walked in!
With sunnies on my head (not over my eyes) I looked up as the little door buzzer buzzed.
BINGO!
Death for approx 3.5mins
It was an open opportunity and I failed myself.
I could say I was caught off guard.
But I'm a little concerned that as I walked back home, and about to step ino the safe zone of home...
I again got trapped,
with my sunnies on my head (not over my eyes)
and turning to the sound of another flyscreen door swinging shut.
Enid!
The old girl in the unit block who's best friend of 174 years died the other week.
I mean, surely she's over it by now!
No no, we relived everything. EVERYTHING.
They're time together before Christmas. Trips to the hospital as the time came. Her last few days and even the funeral service. I went to the bloody funeral service so I already knew all about that.
I encountered a further 10-12 min of death.
Two missed opportunities within a thirty minute period can change a chilled out Sunday to a Sunday worthy for a little Italian style temper tanti.
But I know I certainly do...
I'm just getting a little pissed at myself as to how bad I'm getting at it when I REALLY Really, really wanted to get away with it!
There is this one girl who I always seem to see out and about. Not everytime, but often enough. Last time she invaded my local. Now, I'm not saying I'm hilarious when I'm drunk, but I think you all can concur that I AM pretty damn funny (!!??!) But I think this time when I saw her, I was in the early stages of having the "casual" sip sip and she had been hitting it hard for hours on end.
And I couldn't get rid of her.
The semi goodbye's like cool, yer, we'll catch up about that next time (failed)
Changing the subject that surely they cannot know about therefore join in on (failed)
Excusing yourself for another drink run (failed)
Moving tables (failed)
It was a painful innings of blah blah ba blah blah BLAH.
To say it nicely... she needed to be shot that night.
I think it goes without saying that next time I saw her... I still wanted to shoot her, and worse yet (if there is something worse that manslaughter??!?) I didn't want to have to re-live and be re-exposed to everything she babbled on about that night.
All this runs through your head within a micro second.
Your mind also believes the only possible plausible solution would be to...
HIDE.
You may have seen them but you firmy believe they have not yet seen you back, and in an instant your mind convinces you that hiding is the only way to survive this "non encounter"
Often you have everyday hiding tools on hand that can assist...
Lovin todays fashion of the large dark sunnies - no way of any direct eye contact which always leaves the door open for complete ignorance. Oops - just didn't see anything or anyone through these babies!
The lame - but sometimes essential - use of the mobile phone. Head down "busy busy busy" sending this oh so important text. I've learnt not to do the pretend phonecall, cause you know at that precise moment your mother will call you (it really hurts the ego aswell as the lobes)
Shop entrances closer to you than them.
Skipping certain isles and just leaving those items on the grocery list for next time.
Actually doubling up on aisles - you were heading west...now you're going to pretend you were heading east and go back through the aisles you have actually already shopped.
Partners in crime. Dragging the person you're with into the whole dirty world of hiding and engrosing them in an unjust conversation.
Active thinking - staring into nowhere using your hands as counting tools showing that you're deep into solving the problems of tomorrow.
The possibilities that your mind comes up with truely are exceptional.
So why is it that this morning I literally walked myself straight into this girl??!!?
Getting the paper from the corner store. I had the correct change so instead of plonking it on the benchtop and doing the head nod and hand wave to acknowledge my purchase and correct payment... I waited.
Then...
SHE walked in!
With sunnies on my head (not over my eyes) I looked up as the little door buzzer buzzed.
BINGO!
Death for approx 3.5mins
It was an open opportunity and I failed myself.
I could say I was caught off guard.
But I'm a little concerned that as I walked back home, and about to step ino the safe zone of home...
I again got trapped,
with my sunnies on my head (not over my eyes)
and turning to the sound of another flyscreen door swinging shut.
Enid!
The old girl in the unit block who's best friend of 174 years died the other week.
I mean, surely she's over it by now!
No no, we relived everything. EVERYTHING.
They're time together before Christmas. Trips to the hospital as the time came. Her last few days and even the funeral service. I went to the bloody funeral service so I already knew all about that.
I encountered a further 10-12 min of death.
Two missed opportunities within a thirty minute period can change a chilled out Sunday to a Sunday worthy for a little Italian style temper tanti.
she loves you....she wants to maaaarry you....and KISS and HUG you....!
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