Emotionally 2006 has been a nightmare of a year. Physically too, when I think about it -
I had almost forgotten the groin strain injuries, but I am physically fitter than this time last year and only yesterday scored 5 goals. But at least when it comes to close family and friends, touch wood, its been stable.
I rang Lisa just before Xmas She didn 't remember me. She sounded like she was well into a bottle of wine. I asked if she 'd recieved the flowers I sent she had and thanked me. She 's going home, Portugal, for Xmas. I wished her the best and feeling her discomfort said bye and hung up. I was a little in shock at having been forgotten.
My cousin, in canada, sent me a HI5 invitation. I decided to resurrect my old account and informed HI5. They reactivated it and I invited my cousin to be a friend.
I then discovered a friendship invitation, from Lisa, dated a OCT 2006 . I acceded to her friendship request.
I missed her over the Xmas period. I cycled past her house and saw windows open. So I knocked on the door. The landlord answered and told me "They " had gone back home. I am assuming the other person is Lisa 's sister but don 't know for sure.
I am trying to live by the old adage "Carpe diem " and life is too short for nuroses. Everything to gain and the repurcussions can 't be as bad as the endless circles the thoughts keeps going around in.
I dropped her a card today, with my feelings let loose from my heart and put down in perpetuity on a single A 4. The A 4 contained within a Pink Card with various colour feltip pens used to further my cause. However, when I posted it through her letter box it landed on the floor. The problem lies in the fact that this is her outer door, leading to the back garden and has no roof. This means as soon as my card landed on her floor it started getting wet, as it is raining here and she has no roof between her inner door and outer door. Sometimes I think that life is a hollywood script.
The thing with feelings is they are like animals in a cage. They go stir crazy when kept in captivity. So they gotta be let out. So sometimes you punch a bag, drive crazy, cycle crazy or run hard(but that is like bad surgery - like crying in the kids movie; Monsters inc). What I did today, i feel, is like keyhole surgery - applied straight to the point best suited for best results (like laughter in Monster Inc). Weird is the beast that is me :).
Wow first blog post of 2007.
Hey I am attending college, part time. Prior to the Xmas break, we all went out for a meal and a nightclub. One of the girls described my dancing as being with Patrick Swayze (brings a smile to my face each time). They even tried guessing my age (29 she said and that was before my dancing).