I nodded them a friendly, “Alright?”. The teenagers, in turn, looked at me with a sort of, well, glare…
It has been a while since I blogged but something happened today which left me compelled. Much in the same way Phil Collins was compelled to write following his otherwise problem-free trip to heaven, I have been compelled to share my feelings due to a woman. One solitary woman.
Of course, all year round, it is right that we remember those less fortunate than us. What irks me when the snow falls is that, year after year, one group is left out of the equation…
So I set off for a little tour of the mines. At one point, I engaged 4 pensioners in a conversation about the Chilean president. Well, it was a Tuesday, after all.
If I am having a lazy day on the settee, I will tend to eat out of boredom. I don’t think I am the only one to do this either, am I?
I have never really bought into the philosophy laid down by men that “it is impossible to figure women out”. For a start off, I wouldn’t really want to.
So, despite the fact that this romantic break isn’t meant for singletons, it clearly IS meant for people who love a bargain. That means I clearly AM going to snap it up. Which leaves me with just one question: Who, if anyone, do I take with me?
What I mean is this: I don’t know if I want to get married or not!?!
I’d really love it if Stephen Hawking could concentrate on inventing a time machine, instead of spending his time focusing on the planet and God and all things like that.
One of the biggest questions I ponder in my not-as-big-as-the-question-I’m-asking brain is this: How do you know when you’re truly happy as opposed to being just content?