Winter is well over, time is continuing along its passage and I am getting more haggard by the minute. As usual I am hungover at my place of work and in this post inebriated state I feel my eloquence flow as I wax lyrical about all the mundane and minute occurrences in my life.
Whilst I won’t go into too much detail, due to the fact one’s online life is only a few key word searches away from discovery, and I still harbor desires to run for political office one day, I will spin a yarn or two about what the heck has been happening in my personal echo chamber. It could be said that the world is changing and surely it is only a matter of time before we see more radicals take over from the conservative drones. That last sentence has a tinge of conspiracy theorist about it, probably best to cloak my tin foil hat for a while longer, lest the lizard people catch on.
Fuck, I sound cooked. These words I am typing are pure drivel. Hopefully the blurred Iphone photography I intend on including pull this disastrous post up from Fritzls basement.
My pessimism and general disdain for many facets of life has taken a backseat recently as I am really just enjoying living it large in Hobart town. At times I reflect and consider why in the world this is the case, as in reality I should no doubt be smitten with overwhelming dis-ease caused by hitting the big 30 21 and ensuing existential doubt that so many of my contemporaries vocalize as all consuming. However, I just don’t. I don’t know if this stems from getting to a point where I actually feel ok about my past partners, and the lessening of that part of myself which maintains a self destructive tendency of holding on to them. Or perhaps it’s due in part to attempting to be an active rather than passive participant in my life, concentrating on the things I enjoy doing, and not the things I feel society tries to impress upon me are important. However, it’s highly likely I am just stupid, without the proper emotional or intellectual depth to really understand the gravity of living life without a plan.
I’m glad I came back to Hobart, I needed to ground myself back here and process a few things in my mind. I can’t deny that tension in my soul has tightened however, due to the immediacy of Duncan being back in town, and the likelihood of us having to cross paths. Whilst I say I am ok about past relationships, this one threw me off kilter so heavily I did not think I would get back up. Not to delve too deep here, but the reality of he and I not being at peace keeps me constantly unsettled and so very sad. I do think he is aware of how this affects me, and whilst I admit that basically I fucked up so hard that this relationship had no choice but to combust, I can’t shoulder all the blame. I guess we shall see how it pans out. No doubt, it’ll be an anti climax and my mind will dissolve from this state of equilibrium back into negativity with my state of mind whack once more. Should this happen I imagine my predisposition to cut and run will come in handy, as I head on out to Japan, Europe and Canada. Life is a rollercoaster. Not dealing with issues is fun.
Ugh I feel seedy. Barely three hours have past in the Gulag. How will I keep myself entertained for the remainder of the day. I sit and await my day old burger defrost, a gift from a fine young gentleman yesterday. I might sign off and stare at room one vacantly for a while.
Just one final aside, the best interactions I have had at this hostel the past two days are with a lively character by the name of ‘Wade’, who seems to be travelling with his own personal television. Where yesterday as he passed reception he inquired as to whether I would like anything from the supermarket, quantifying it by another question of ‘maybe some cigarettes?’, to which I politely declined. And just a moment ago a very similar situation occurred, however this time the item he seemed to think I would appreciate was cabana. To quote ‘You sure, no cabana? You all cabana-ed out?’ I’m not sure when he thought I had been consuming cabana. I like the word though. Cabana. Ugh I’m dying here, I’m too old and growing mould for my hangover.