nats
A tooth chomping through a carrot. A woman battling cancer, or a man. An african neck stiff as a plinth carrying a basket of firewood or a bucket of water. Not crying when you shouldn't. The trunk of a tree and all the other clichés.
I remember being an executive once. Sharp suited and using all the buzz words. I didn't really do much, just hung around the office copying and pasting documents and eating biscuits, but I was an executive all the same. The company flew me around the place, paying for flights to London, Paris, Tampa Florida - not bad for first job.
Sports again? did I miss something. I try to be a good sport. Smiling when other people get the house/job/baby I want. But sometimes when the little green eyed monster catches me unawares and I think - it's not fair. Other times, I look around me and can't believe my luck. It just depends on the day and hey - it's not a competition right?
I love playing them, I just don't see the point in watching them. Where is the fun in that? If I'm sitting on the couch watching TV, I don't want to watch a bunch of people running around and being fit and making me feel guilty for sitting on my ass. Who needs that?
I took myself off to the shops, just to see what I could find. I was looking for a treat, anything to make me feel better. A tea cosy, a scarf - a gold necklace. What the hell. I was dumped. I deserved something. I just wasn't quite sure what it was...yet. Or what the budget was for that matter. How do you put a price on a broken heart and how much money do you need to mend it.
It's that time of year again. I think of you my darling, lying face down on the chewed up rug. It's dark inside, but still a sliver of sunshine makes it's way through the blind and strikes itself across your face.