Monday, April 25, 2005

Travelling without moving

So on Friday I received a text from a certain traveling friend of mine in Thailand. That in itself was pretty odd as I always thought people sending texts or calling you from other countries was pretty motherfucking expensive, but then I don't like the phone so know little of it's ways. Anyway, the text was one of the happiest that I have ever received, not especially because of what was specifically said, but because it brought up such happy connotations, but more importantly memories. You see she was on a beach, all fucked up, waiting for the motherfucking biggest party in the world to kick off listening to a classic tune that made her smile. Sounds happy already doesn't it? I bet you got a sly little motherfucker of a grin on your face right now. The reason it made me so happy though, was as well as having a very distant friend be brought all the more closer, she was also having a specific experience that I too once had. I've been to that beach. I've been all fucked up on it. I've waited for that party. The only difference is that my classic smiling tune was Creep by Radiohead so I got all paranoid, but still the essence is the same.

My point is, that isn't it weird that specific parts of your life are repeated in others. I mean I never believed that we're all as unique as snowflakes (which I don't fucking believe are unique by the way), but really? A memory of mine can be transplanted into someone else's head so easily? And blatantly not just one person's head either. Millions of fuckers can all think back to pretty much identical events. I supposed life just repeats itself through eternity. But then again I do spend a lot of time in bed, so many days seem the same.

Speaking of which, I was speaking to a young lady on this matter just the other day and I've noticed the oddest theme of anger running through every motherfucker I've ever met. There is something about sleeping in past midday on a regular basis which infuriates pretty much everyone who has to get up at 9am. It's not jealousy as most people initially assume, it's pure motherfucking rage. If you're on the angry side of the argument, think about it now. See, you're foaming at the lips aren't you. Those lazy bastards are the downfall of society, or some other generalised crap is what's running through your mind probably. But why? It's not like being in bed equates to being dead. It's not like there's only so much sleep to go round and us blessed one's are taking more than our fair share. Hmm. Well anyway, I'm tired so, sweet dreams, and I'll see ya


Blogger Fred said...

bah when i was unemplyed i used to sleep till at least 2pm. well a little earlier as neighbours starts at 1.45. being on the flip side these days hearing of such activities just makes me jealous, but then again i recall the day to day angst of not knowing where money was going to come from. so i guess as they say the grass is always greener blah blah, but hey, i never cared about the colour, only the flavour.

5:23 PM  
Blogger James White said...

Hmmmm, I'm quite looking forward to getting up earlier. gettin to the point when I feel like I've missed out everytime I get up late :) The perfect solution would be to let everyone sleep in til they wanted as long as they did the required hours at work. By the way, what did that have to do with Thailand and parties? ;)

12:24 PM  
Blogger emma said...

i slept in today as i forgot to switch my alarm on last night. and i have to say it was lovely. and didn't matter as i still haven't started work because our servers are down. and as for your comment, james, we are allowed to sleep as long as we want to here as it's flexitime.

1:37 PM  
Blogger Fred said...

oooh! poncy flexitime for losers.

1:43 PM  
Blogger emma said...

what have you got against flexitime, fred? or are you just jealous?!

2:01 PM  
Blogger Fred said...

i just think it has a stupid name.

10:11 AM  

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