Friend of London boy : "But you hate americans"
London boy : "Everyone hates americans. But she's from New York. They're almost like us."
From a UK drama thingy that I have been watching about this guy in london who’s doing the long distance with this girl in new york.
Despite the cheesy backdrop, I’m loving it for the moment.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Hellhole Ratrace
“You’re very well read.” That’s what she said.
You’re not sure what that means really.
The english language relies heavily on relatives. Perhaps the other languages do as well, but you never bothered to learn them, so commenting on them becomes a technicality.
It’s all relative. “Very well read” relative to the average person. Does that even matter. “Very well read” relative to the people she knows. Should that be a compliment? An insult?
You never bothered to know the people she knows, so technicality claims another victim.
You keep quiet. Nod perhaps.
“You’ve changed.“ That’s also what she said.
Fuck hell you have.
You, you change in the course of a day. There are moments every day you shed an old skin and grow another. Some are subtle, still camouflaged, some so completely new, they revolt with the environment. Given that you are meeting her after a year, that's 365 possible sheddings. You'd wager that the maths suggests they can't all be of the subtle variety.
This time you tell her all that. And for extra measure add, I’m not sure what you mean.
“You know what I mean.”
No I don’t. I’ve changed to something you don’t like. Is that what you’re hinting at?
She keeps quiet. Perhaps nods her head.
You’re not sure what that means really.
The english language relies heavily on relatives. Perhaps the other languages do as well, but you never bothered to learn them, so commenting on them becomes a technicality.
It’s all relative. “Very well read” relative to the average person. Does that even matter. “Very well read” relative to the people she knows. Should that be a compliment? An insult?
You never bothered to know the people she knows, so technicality claims another victim.
You keep quiet. Nod perhaps.
“You’ve changed.“ That’s also what she said.
Fuck hell you have.
You, you change in the course of a day. There are moments every day you shed an old skin and grow another. Some are subtle, still camouflaged, some so completely new, they revolt with the environment. Given that you are meeting her after a year, that's 365 possible sheddings. You'd wager that the maths suggests they can't all be of the subtle variety.
This time you tell her all that. And for extra measure add, I’m not sure what you mean.
“You know what I mean.”
No I don’t. I’ve changed to something you don’t like. Is that what you’re hinting at?
She keeps quiet. Perhaps nods her head.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
And here I'd almost given up on February. You'd think that once you'd gone ahead and told the months the roles that they'd p...
-
I never had a traumatic childhood. Well, the usual trauma stuff, you know. Not enough to write a book about or blame everything wrong in my ... -
Been hiding. Firstly there was the birthday recovering. Then there were other birthdays and recovering from them. Then there was random merr...