Bowerbird
Greenlighter
I'm getting older but I continue to be insistent that I can still get buckled for the entire weekend and every time, I genuinely believe that I'll bounce back come Monday morning, like I could..... a very long time ago.
These days I suspect my brain is growing tired of my shenanigans and has started to have a bit of fun of it's own. Nowadays, by Sunday if my brain hasn't told lies to my hearing, vision, speech, sense of touch, morality and yes, sometime even my sense of smell - it's obviously been a weekend that I had to spend with people much less fun but far more more mature than I (in saying that though, I think the word Immature is a word made up by boring people to describe fun people).
I'm a pretty good listener, but last weekend - I was seemingly completely ignorant, and that was being part of a conversation that I was interested in with a person I love; I was seeing shit that, as a grown up, I know it's not likely it was real; My speech was impeded by general laziness and my ability to articulate anything I was thinking was not unlike a teenagers text message; when posed with the question "Shall we get more?", my immediate response was "Of Course, why are you asking me a question like that?"
I can't accept the whole thing about not being has young as I used to be blah blah fucking blah - surely there's another explanation for this relatively new battle of Brain vs My Senses and all of my other stuff.
These days I suspect my brain is growing tired of my shenanigans and has started to have a bit of fun of it's own. Nowadays, by Sunday if my brain hasn't told lies to my hearing, vision, speech, sense of touch, morality and yes, sometime even my sense of smell - it's obviously been a weekend that I had to spend with people much less fun but far more more mature than I (in saying that though, I think the word Immature is a word made up by boring people to describe fun people).
I'm a pretty good listener, but last weekend - I was seemingly completely ignorant, and that was being part of a conversation that I was interested in with a person I love; I was seeing shit that, as a grown up, I know it's not likely it was real; My speech was impeded by general laziness and my ability to articulate anything I was thinking was not unlike a teenagers text message; when posed with the question "Shall we get more?", my immediate response was "Of Course, why are you asking me a question like that?"
I can't accept the whole thing about not being has young as I used to be blah blah fucking blah - surely there's another explanation for this relatively new battle of Brain vs My Senses and all of my other stuff.