I’ve fallen into a pattern that I’m finding difficult to shake. It’s a condition gradually accelerating too. So, I’ll probably need to put a stop to it before long. Hmmm, on reflection, maybe “ difficult to shake “ is not an entirely accurate description of my situation. Refusing to shake is closer to the truth.
The thing is I’m sleeping while most are wide awake. My first morning coffee and cigarette are taking place in the pitch darkness. So, as a result, I’m missing out on the day-to-day minutiae of what is troubling the world at large. Both the asleep world and the wide awake world. This is, I don’t mind telling you, all kinds of glorious. I am beginning to think it might have some additional benefits as well. Or that could be my lazy bone speaking. Of which I have many.
One of my longest standing friends and I were engaged in one our two hour blather-thons on the phone earlier tonight when a common bond and a shared similarity arose for discussion. The fact we are both social loners. Our conversation pieces sometimes act as a substitute for meeting people. Especially, for me, after my decision to abandon the global Irish economy six months ago. I’ll usually begin along the lines of the following:
“ How’s it going in the slave world sham, will ya give me a round-up of what’s going on in the Matrix? “