Simply stunned how quickly the year went, how time is whizzing past. I go down to the boat to do some work, get tied up in a small detail not cooperating and there it is – mid-afternoon already.
The upside of this is that there’s no time to sit and brood about things which never were, things which might have been. I’d not want there to be time for that anyway, for then a person starts contemplating negatively and that opens the door to self-pity which, if my life is seen on balance, is not justified overall.
You read, as I did, that this time sees more divorces and suicides than at any other time. It’s always amazed me that people come to the gates of the citadel [Christmas] but then refuse to go inside and so they start with the “woe is me, no one loves me, life’s not worth living”, when there is comfort awaiting them if they want it.
Not trying to be glib, to pass off real suffering as not being so … but equally, I see an older generation than mine grit the teeth and get on with it. Seems to me that, to mix metaphor after metaphor, there are two choices – self-pity [which can even be justified] and taking the bit between the teeth and getting on with it.
There’s also the point that it’s our choices which brought us where we are. My situation is currently dire but my choices got me here. Doesn’t make it better of course but what it does is reorder the mind, has it thinking along the right lines, lines which have a chance of getting out of a mess. No one’s going to arrange circumstances to suit us … so our only choice is to rearrange what we do to try to get around the circumstances.
I’d say to anyone contemplating separation, divorce or suicide – and I can’t see that being regular readers here who seem pretty well-adjusted – to hold off until early New Year, there are ways out of things, not so dramatic, more clearheaded – sometimes it only needs someone to listen. Or do you want the drama in the first place, making that statement?
Just opened the prezzies
My two lady bosses [dominatrices?] had given me a package not to be opened till now – wow, the pic is just half of it. One of the ladies, a CAMRA girl from way back, knew exactly the beer, the Scottish oat cookies, the cheeses … I supplied the red.
In an hour, I have a Skype with a gorgeous woman and guess what’s going to be on the TV table beside me through that? Tear to the eye, seriously, at this moment.
What was it again Tiny Tim said at the end of the tale? And isn’t this a wonderful country?