I’ve decided that I’m going to change. I have changed since doing the grass and knackered myself in the process. Not the process of changing, but the physical exertion of cutting the seemingly never-ending acres of grass and all the edges that go with it. No, I’ve decided to change a few things about myself, become a newer me.
These things will become clear to me just before I change, but for now, I’m clueless. I don’t think I’m perfect. I am rather pleased with how I have my shit together, but not well enough, me thinks. I have to sort out my non-existent social life, do some fucking exercise, lose the weight that seems to just refuse to go and above all else, continue to eat well. I have at least tackled that issue, I’m pleased to say.
There are many things that annoy me, and the fact that there are is one thing I need to change. People, news, politics and just about everything else on the planet give me the shits, a bit of the grumpy old man syndrome. I have to tone down my disappointment in these things and see the good in everything. How the fuck can I do that when they all suck, they suck that badly that it gives me the shits.
I think I’ll try and drag the drum kit out of its bags and get pounding again, the stress relief and exercise it offers is truly wonderful, and the only reason I put them away was that the new neighbours deserved a rest period when they moved in. Their noisy little offspring have placed a null and void sticker right across that good neighbourly gesture on my part.
As mentioned, I’ll also return to a life full of social intercourse. Not a recluse. I’ll pack up my sense of humour, smile, cheery cheers, empathetic, caring attitude and go outside. I don’t know where I’ll go, but I’ll take my camera and return with award-winning photographs.
I should also buy some new clothes to go with this new attitude to life. Bright colourful up-to-the-minute fashionable clothes that will really make the man.
I may still be a grumpy old man, but at least I’ll be out and about. See you there.
