Miles................you are a bit weird.
Miles................you are a bit weird.
Miles how is the music going? can we get a glimpse?
The music was going well, but it has been on the backburner due to lesson planning. I am too shy to go public with that as I am a sensitive soul.
As for the accusation that I am a 'bit weird'. That has been known for several years and I detect a faux element of surprise. I realise that I have become like Joe in Joe versus the Volcano. Every sneeze is a fatal illness and every twinge in the mind a brain cloud. The only thing remaining is to find a volcano to jump in.
Age should have taught you by now not to jump in volcanoes. You will burn more than your feet. You will end up like the chap on the right.
![]()
Also, I am now questioning my tape measure. I looked at my girth and was horrified to see that I had expanded 6 inches in 2 years. And yet, the jeans I am wearing now which are 32 inches also seem to have expanded dramatically. This tape measure is bollocks. Yes, I am slightly less held in, but the numbers were suggesting I had lost it completely. However, that means these jeans must have expanded somewhat too and they clearly can't have. I think maybe I have been overreacting, but I am definitely bigger than 32 inches. Maybe 35 inches and something that needs to be worked at and I will.
Another sign of age is not caring about what you are wearing anymore. We are going clothes shopping today as I need to accomodate being beyond 32 inches and I have thrown on this old button up shirt that looks like shit. 'You can't wear that, you look like a peasant' claimed my wife. 'It's too hot though and I don't want to iron anything', I complained. In years past I would have sucked it up and vanity would have won, but I am a defeated man and don't care so much. Dressed as a peasant I shall be. Let all those young dandies look fine and flowery and let me mope around like a man that doesn't give a fuck. As a consequence my wife has actually picked up the iron. Typically I would iron but it's 30'C plus and I genuinely can't be bothered. I ache from yesterday and a breakfast of grape juice has left me withered and wanting.
Also shopping for clothes is going to be annoying. I just want normal looking jeans and normal looking shirts and a few conservative jackets for when the weather cools down. Instead I can guarantee I am going to find jeans with silly patterns, shirts that look like roses, and no jackets. Young people fucking suck and they dress like idiots. I would rather dress like a peasant than an idiot.
Perhaps I was being a bit harsh on the young people of the world, but an awful lot of them do dress up in things that will only look bad 10 years from now. The key to dressing well is to try and imagine if they would laugh at you either 30 years ago or 30 years into the future. Typically, there is a straight line you can follow. Having said that, the people of tomorrow, yesterday and today, would all have agreed that the shirt I was wearing 20 minutes ago was a serious insult to the fine tastes of many fine and decent peasants past, future and present. It is gone, let's please forget about it.
When going out every other day and weekend is no longer a priority. I used to get anxious at home but im slowly becoming a homebody. Going out to clubs and bars to get drunk doesn't appeal to me anymore and im just done with it.
Id much rather spend time in the comfort of my own home and do stuff with my girl, workout, catch up on boxing, explore nice restuarants, and travel from time to time.
I want to travel more.. Yep, Im getting old.
There are currently 1 users browsing this thread. (0 members and 1 guests)
Bookmarks