Sunday, May 21, 2006

Ray

We all have our problems, but really, few of us have anything to make a fuss about. I know I don't. But I also know that, sometimes, I make a deal of them anyway. At least I have that awareness you could say, but the truth is everyone loves a drama, it's almost as good as a crisis. A friend of mine had a chat with me once, almost three years ago now, and I can still remember almost every word. Most of us are in a quiet stream of despair, he said. It's not a torrent, it's not a flood, we're not washed away, but then again it's not gentle enough for us to lose interest. Our job's not quite what we want, our love's not really working out, but fixing it is something we haven't quite got round to yet. We'll do it tomorrow, today is just for talking about our options. It's just a quiet stream flowing around our ankles, and we choose to not get out, no-one changes. It's nice that way.