Street Life

A couple of observations. One is, it's funny when you have a sentiment, a heart, and you say something to someone. Like, I just wanted, for example, earlier to tell a colleague that I believe that my keys have been taken by the cleaner in the school, and handed in, and not given back to me, and they refuse to, you know, they deny they've been done, and it's a conspiracy. Like, some kind of fucking, oh, typical, oh, this is a weird thing, and she just nodded and didn't even acknowledge what I'm going on about. Like, it's like, people just absorb information now. It's almost like they're becoming borgs themselves, or ChatGPTs. And the second thing, yeah, I mean, well, there's three things. So, the second thing is just, again, how people react to you. So, it's the first thing, really. Like, I was slapping my arms, like, swinging them today, just going to the toilet, like, as in, just, like, fucking loosening my body up, and a colleague goes, are you alright, Marcus? Like, as in, are you, like, fucking, is there something wrong with you, or whatever? And it's just like, I'm fine, I'm swinging my arms, that's what I do when I sit in a chair, and then she said to me, you're absolutely correct, she said. Like, people say things from the weirdest, like, they're the fucking centre of the universe, but who gives a fuck? So, the third thing is a good one, and these are my streets, that's what I want to say, like, love walking down the streets, got beard oil on, need to pick up a parcel, some second-hand jeans, combat pants, you know? I got a novel under my arm, I'm going back to work to do some classes, and I've no idea if they've been assigned to me or not, like, as in, if someone's booked them, or if I can just read during that time, or whatever, happy to take the classes if they're on. It's been a hard day to muddle through, I put it in the last post, but all good, I feel encouraged, like, just by persisting and just keep going at it. The other side of the road, a couple have just gone jogging, I like that. I'm walking past the hotel, I used to stay in when I came back here for a bit, when I relocated, and, yeah, you know, there's a bakery I want to try, it's closed now, it's currently almost 8pm, so, you know, life is life, and life keeps going, so, I'm good. Been quite a few things going on tonight in the streets, fucking quite a few chavs around, just fucking really like chavvy, really fucking chavvy, proper full-on, you know, that body language I prepped, and fucking squabbling, and all this shit, so, thug life in the fucking streets, over and out.