Today
is the birthday of a girl I used to fancy at High School. Why can I remember that,
and yet I came home today without the milk I’d promised to get? For the second
day running? It’s weird what my synapses will latch importance onto and keep
locked in my brain unnecessarily.
Ah,
sweet Samantha. Her family were Buddhists from Northern Ireland and she was plump
in an acceptable cute way rather than the borderline-obese way we see among
those in their early teens nowadays. She was planning to be either a teacher or
a journalist but I heard tell she got busted for drugs while at college and
ended up quitting education. Pregnant at twenty, she settled for a life of
benefits and part-time shelf-filling, lowering her expectations of life as
quickly as her sense of self-worth.
God I
can be a judgemental, downward-looking bastard at times.
RC 4-12-18
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