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You Aren't What You Buy

When I was in college, I bought a Rolex. In the week or so that I waited for it to come in the mail, I got really excited about the idea that I was going to have a Rolex. To me, someone who had a Rolex was a different type of person, simply because he bought a fancy watch.

The watch showed up, and it was obviously a fake. I took it to a jeweler, just in case, and he confirmed what I already knew.

But by then it was too late. In my head, I was a Rolex type of guy. So I bought another one-- a real one this time.

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

On betternotstop

I woke up today after what was possibly one of the worst nights sleep I have had in a long time. There were no bad dreams, I was comfy enough but I kept waking up in what can only be described as a blind panic. By half 5 I gave up on trying for any more sleep - hence this blog post being written so early over a strong black coffee.

The reason behind my panic? I am meeting Mel today. Yes the beautiful, amazing Mel I met while travelling who actually made going to a Full Moon Party fun (as an old cynic this was no mean feat), made me realise I could laugh again and didn't get on my nerves once is coming to stay with me. She's got herself in gear, worked hard and saved to come and stay with me for hopefully the foreseeable.

Mel's younger then me, by nearly a decade and this DOES bother me. Not because she doesn't understand me, not because she makes me feel old but because it reminds me that her actions while impressive are something we expect from young people - impulsive and adventurous. When you get a bit older these adjectives change - in my case to mental and irresponsible. I remember last year when I decided to pack up and leave the UK I was met with alot of shocked looks and questions... two of which I'll discuss here.

I'm doing this is an exercise to remind me (and the lovely people that read this blog - hello!) of the possibilities I still have open to despite the barriers I sometimes feel that there are.

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