Apparently, the less you say, the less you have to say.
My brother expressed this using a metaphor from Civilization, which I’m not sure I can convey, but I’ll try:
So, what’s new?
Well, nothing much. I moved in with my girlfriend. And got a job. And we had 3 cats. Then I got fired, got hired, moved, moved again, fired again, we broke up, I got a new girlfriend, gave away the cats, moved, and broke up with the new girlfriend.
So basically, what you did in the past 10 years was move out? Hah! Did you know that in that time, the Babylonians have discovered the Wheel? and the Chinese built the great library of Alexandria! The Romans have invented Communism! The Russians have got nuclear power!
OK. It probably worked better when it wasn’t loaded with my own agenda.
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In other news, my washing got splattered with bat shit over the weekend. I have probably given up writing a post about why Battlestar Galactica and Veronica Mars rock, or how I divine my unconscious hang-ups by the twitches they cause in my heart. The Prophet Commission has been giving me a reason to turn on the internet, which is a good thing since I decided two weeks ago I am depressed. Somehow, I found that realization reassuring.
It rained yesterday, hurray. Last week I washed my car, bought new clothes, went on a company trip to Jerusalem. And, oh, Arr. Happy belated Talk Like A Pirate day.
Suzie flies back to Switzerland tonight.
I only saw her once, in the two months she was here.
A door might close. Others could open. I think there are possibilities, know there are no promises. I am 37, and spend most of my time with my eight-year old inner child (this quiz says my mental age is 16. I blame lack of spouse and fondness for chocolate desserts on that result). I know I’m never going to give him the life he didn’t dare wish for. But gods, time is running out already.
The Babylonians have discovered the Wheel.