Mind as messy as ever

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