I don't often go to places where I see normal people getting on with their normal lives. I just got back from the grocery store; I go to the grocery store every Sunday, but never so early. It's usually late, when all the strange people come out.
So today's trip was a surprise. When the fuck did everyone get so young? I saw all these couples, obviously married, and they were just fucking kids.
How did time go by so quickly? How did life pass me by?
It put me in mind of "High Windows" by Philip Larkin.
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
So today's trip was a surprise. When the fuck did everyone get so young? I saw all these couples, obviously married, and they were just fucking kids.
How did time go by so quickly? How did life pass me by?
It put me in mind of "High Windows" by Philip Larkin.
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
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One girl from my class has already been married, had a kid and then divorced.
I'll be close to 25 when I finally get hitched.
Also - yea totally on the driving stick. I've been wanting to learn, but the over all situation around it isn't as desirable as I'd hoped for. I guess no better time then when you have no car available other then a stick-shift.
I can always overcome it, but knowing there are people around looking at me while I do it is just a wee bit embarrassing.