November 29th, 2006
The Meanie of Life
Last Monday I left the house to go to work. I was still reeling from the very recent break up from my girlfriend of nearly 6 fucking years. Jesus even typing it hurts. For the previous 6 Mondays I left the house facing the terrible weather with a smile, knowing that soon I’d be made redundant from my day job and could lie snugly in bed with her listening to the rough wind and rain outside. But now the biting cold and wind was just that. I have to move out, find somewhere to live, somewhere to work and spend Xmas alone. To say I was depressed would be a little bit of an understatement.
I always choose to walk across the field instead of using the footpath. Probably saves me around 2 minutes but I like it. And that day I felt it was fitting to walk alone in a dark field, I lap all that shit up.
The wind pushed me back and I forced through it with same childish thoughts that I’m a German soldier retreating from Russia that I always get. Don’t ask, I just do.
At the bus stop the usual young school kids were there acting the bollix and messing about, they seem like decent kids and I always like to hear what they have to say to each other. One of them took the chance to use his coat as a wind sail and fly a few feet. The wind was that bad. But the kids were still having a laugh compared to me and my fellow grim faced adults. The girl was eating a pack of Meanies. I thought ‘that can’t be a healthy breakfast’ but then I realised I was having a cigarette for mine.
She was laughing and I was miserable, thinking of just going home back to bed when I felt something like a cold kiss on the cheek.
It was a Meanie that had flew out of her hand . It was stuck to my face. Nobody saw it. I opened my mouth and in it flew. And it made me laugh. And I knew that there has to be hope in all this horrible mess.
Boo fucking hizz-oo.
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