At the servo this morning, getting some more cigarettes. I smoke too much. I do. I should cut down. Not really the point. Im getting some cigarettes and figure, meh, Im here, I'll get some fuel too. You never know when I might find myself travelling along a highway not exactly certain of where I am, not exactly certain of where Im going, but knowing exactly where Ive been, and why Im leaving there. Not the point either. P plater pulls up next to me. And gets out. Locks his car, gets some fuel.
Its a very nice white, hatch number. Think city car, built for economy not balls. Im fine with this, I am. I think its a perfectly acceptable car for a p plater to be driving. For a start, hes got his head on the right way. Choose economy and reliability over the guy over there who is also a p plater. Hes drivin some kind of european type wagon thingy, with the most beautiful set of chrome wheels Ive ever seen. So beautiful, they dont actually belong on a 'normal city type european car'. This p plater? Hes got no idea. Back to our white hatch p plater. Hes getting his fuel and quietly paying for it. He's wearing some exceptionally nice scent, I know this, cos IM right behind him paying for my fuel and bouncing from toe to toe in anticipation of that packet of cigarettes I mentioned earlier. The other p plater? He's shuffled in, work boots on, windows all down in his car, car keys still in the ignition *hey im not complaining, thats where mine are* and reeks of 'man' type smell. YOu know the one, the one that says I work hard......
Which got me to thinking, there is just no in between is there? Theres p plater with the I rule the world attitude and I dont much care about anything other than this second right now. And theres p plater with, its ok, I'll get to where IM going which is totally planned out mind you, in a perfectly respectable way.
Bit like me really. Not the totally planned out perfectly respectable way, not the I rule the world and I dont much care about anything other than this second part. The theres no in between part. IM on, or Im off. IM in or Im out. I know what Im doing, or I dont. I want it all, or I want none of it.
Was chatting with Mr Fabulous, he says I over analyse things. I love Mr Fabulous. If he wasnt so fabulous, Id hate him. But he is fabulous. And he does get me. This is a good thing. He says I should just go with the flow. Hes right of course. Hes always right. Except when hes wrong. Which he has been before, but I wont hold that against him.
So, dear faithful readers, Im about to go back to going with the flow. Just flowing along. Its where I used to be, not sure how I got to where I am now, but the flowing part? Has gone. Time to remember what I was doing when I was flowing along and just keep on doing it. Its worked for me before. I like it. I'll do it again.
Thought for this second....as most of you know, its my birthday on Monday. My birthday always gets me reflecting on my life, and where I am in it. It also gets me reminding all you people that theres no point sending cards, unless they have money in them. Or hot half naked men popping out of them with red bows wrapped around their cocks desperate to sing Happy Birthday to me and let me unwrap their presents.......Where was I? Oh yes.....reflecting on my life. And my current state in it. WEll I think thats obvious isnt it?
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