(i) i still cannot fathom that other people can be at different points in their life as i am in mine..
it's a difficult thought process to explain, but i just cannot seem to grasp how others have not graduated yet..i have..how can they not have ?
how can people only be in grade one now ? or discovering anzac biscuit mixture raw for the first time..or the magnificence of having realised that your leg midriff can in fact stay snug ALL evening if you just tuck your winter sleeping attire into your socks before tucking yourself in ??
it's all exploding my brain.
(ii) i remember jotting this down from one of our more prehistoric business procedures at work toward the beginning of this year: 'pay attention to grammar and spelling - both to protect your own reputation and intelligence, and to avoid irritating your recipients who are distracted by careless mistakes.'
is good. is nice.
(iii) today, and i do this far too often, i was walking about 20m behind a close ex-highschool girlfriend - preparing myself to excitedly meet and greet, to the point of thinking about what i would hurriedly cram into our 2 minute encounter before the pedestrian man again becamse begreened - but bailed at the last minute. she looked fabulous, confident, intelligent, adult-ed. from what i could make out sans specs, she had donned a button-up as part of her corporate get-up, amidst a hair cut that she suited to a T or even a U, heaven-scraping heels that were accompanied by the gait of a gazelle, and a graceful hand gesture signalling a daily farewell to some colleagues. we may have even snatched a milisecond of eye-contact as our eyes skimmed near each other as i approached..and raced into a neighbouring newsagency. i got scared.
no, i didn't get scared. i see this friend often these days, working together in town seems to have highlighted just how minute the youthful working population of this city appears to be. there's so many familiar faces to me already, and i've only been slaving away upstairs in the CBD for a few months now (with only a few months to go, you can count on it)..
i often skip out on meeting people i know and appreciate - even if it would only involve a hi, smile, or a wave in passing. i'm sure its not laziness or anxiety or even a physical disgust when comparing our appearances at that point in time.. i just bail all. the. time.
it's a horrible habit that i can never seem to explain or justify to myself above a C+ standard.
though today the fact that i was wearing a polo tucked into a pair of ill-fitting handed down work pants that have neither commited to being high-waisted or lowslung surely did not help my sudden social suicide. i'm sure only swimming instructors wear polos to work as uniform. i had been so excited for months / weeks / days / hours leading up to the grand work uniform shopping experience - with a prepaid budget of $500 to knock thyself out with.. and walked away with two $20 polos that were more or less forced upon me by middle-aged women in comfortable / practical shoes and sockettes. a horrible outcome.
yes my shirts are an o-kay navy, yes they fit o-kay, but..what happened to the button-ups worn loosely, casually..what happened to the work pants of perfect fit, fabric and hip height that i saw paraded in a great deal more than once in the uniform catalogue that we had scoured the day before ?
heartbreak and too quiet an opinion let me down, and now i'm paying the ever painful weekdaily price.
BUT.
irrelevant ish.
the winter kilos may or may not just be getting me down with my overexaggerated polo plight.
well, that, and the fact that my hair seems to have started to fall out. again.
it's a difficult thought process to explain, but i just cannot seem to grasp how others have not graduated yet..i have..how can they not have ?
how can people only be in grade one now ? or discovering anzac biscuit mixture raw for the first time..or the magnificence of having realised that your leg midriff can in fact stay snug ALL evening if you just tuck your winter sleeping attire into your socks before tucking yourself in ??
it's all exploding my brain.
(ii) i remember jotting this down from one of our more prehistoric business procedures at work toward the beginning of this year: 'pay attention to grammar and spelling - both to protect your own reputation and intelligence, and to avoid irritating your recipients who are distracted by careless mistakes.'
is good. is nice.
(iii) today, and i do this far too often, i was walking about 20m behind a close ex-highschool girlfriend - preparing myself to excitedly meet and greet, to the point of thinking about what i would hurriedly cram into our 2 minute encounter before the pedestrian man again becamse begreened - but bailed at the last minute. she looked fabulous, confident, intelligent, adult-ed. from what i could make out sans specs, she had donned a button-up as part of her corporate get-up, amidst a hair cut that she suited to a T or even a U, heaven-scraping heels that were accompanied by the gait of a gazelle, and a graceful hand gesture signalling a daily farewell to some colleagues. we may have even snatched a milisecond of eye-contact as our eyes skimmed near each other as i approached..and raced into a neighbouring newsagency. i got scared.
no, i didn't get scared. i see this friend often these days, working together in town seems to have highlighted just how minute the youthful working population of this city appears to be. there's so many familiar faces to me already, and i've only been slaving away upstairs in the CBD for a few months now (with only a few months to go, you can count on it)..
i often skip out on meeting people i know and appreciate - even if it would only involve a hi, smile, or a wave in passing. i'm sure its not laziness or anxiety or even a physical disgust when comparing our appearances at that point in time.. i just bail all. the. time.
it's a horrible habit that i can never seem to explain or justify to myself above a C+ standard.
though today the fact that i was wearing a polo tucked into a pair of ill-fitting handed down work pants that have neither commited to being high-waisted or lowslung surely did not help my sudden social suicide. i'm sure only swimming instructors wear polos to work as uniform. i had been so excited for months / weeks / days / hours leading up to the grand work uniform shopping experience - with a prepaid budget of $500 to knock thyself out with.. and walked away with two $20 polos that were more or less forced upon me by middle-aged women in comfortable / practical shoes and sockettes. a horrible outcome.
yes my shirts are an o-kay navy, yes they fit o-kay, but..what happened to the button-ups worn loosely, casually..what happened to the work pants of perfect fit, fabric and hip height that i saw paraded in a great deal more than once in the uniform catalogue that we had scoured the day before ?
heartbreak and too quiet an opinion let me down, and now i'm paying the ever painful weekdaily price.
BUT.
irrelevant ish.
the winter kilos may or may not just be getting me down with my overexaggerated polo plight.
well, that, and the fact that my hair seems to have started to fall out. again.
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