I can't be doing with over-thinking things anymore. Creating reasons as to why everything happens and if a good thing happens then a bad thing must commence to balance it out. What absolute bull.
So, last couple of days have been alright I suppose. Yesterday saw me have a very enjoyable round of golf with AK, followed by a very quick and possibly boring football training session, (I'll get to that) followed by a curry whilst watching the football. What can be better? Well, more enthusiasm would be nice.. You see, football. It's a sport I've played ever since I can remember having a memory, and I would consider it the main sport of my life ... but ... I'm very sad to say, it's just got boring and ... well ... over-zealous..
Football is a sport of too much adrenaline, too much competitiveness and hard-tackling need to win and I, to be brutally honest, just can't be bothered with it. I'm resigned to the fact that I am to lead a boring and quiet life and my mind set is now set to the stage of a 43-year old farmer from Lincolnshire. A routine. Same old, same old. Settling down... makes me feel sick. But so does the over-competitiveness of the sport I once used to love. And you know what, I don't care. Cricket is so much more my game at the moment, despite the craziness of a few games, with it's all day-ness and lounging around not doing a lot. That's more my style these days. I can't be bothered with football. Football refereeing? I'm not totally sure.
As you've probably worked out, I really do not care about anything that happens at the moment. If you came up to me and you told me you had accidentally killed my Dad with a trowel and a cat's tooth, (the key word there being 'accidentally'), then I would just think, "Ahh well, these things happen". Maybe that's not the right example..
But you get what I'm trying to say right? I really don't give a shit about anything that goes on anymore. Anything to do with The Wall or family life or the car or sport or pay-slips or potential careers that are never to be. I just don't care. Take today, I got paid £150 less than I think I should of done but I just thought, "Ahh well, I don't need the money" and went for my delicious pub lunch with the Dassman. What's the point in arguing against something that's already happened? What's the point in bothering at all? Things don't happen for a reason, they don't happen because you did something bad in the afterlife. Things just happen. Get on with it.
Go with the flow.
Laters x
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