Never a truer word said methinks. Sometimes my life revolves around Jim's lyrics way to much. It's a failing on my part or perhaps not? He is a genius and many a time i've considered that he was actually thinking of me, personally, before putting pen to his Tesco Value notebook.
Today i've been thinking about how refreshing it would be to have an actual friend. I used to have lots back in the day but no more. Someone to talk to would be nice just once in a while. To complain to, to mull over the minutae of everyday comings and goings. What's going on in the world, what's on TV, the new Dollyrots album whatever?
I often wonder what's happened to them all? Most have lives , have all done the 'normal' thing, went off, got married and had children. I didn't unfortunately. Although i was close, once, a long time ago. It happens and it's always the one who's left behind that suffers.
So, what is there to do about it? Not an awful lot. I don't get invited to things any longer. Even if i did i probably wouldn't go. Spending an evening in a room full of couples is not my idea of fun. But it does hurt. I'm safe in the knowledge that if the situation was reversed i wouldn't desert them. I'd do my best to at least make something of an effort even once in a while. It's not difficult to pick up the phone....is it?
There comes a time when the reality kicks in, you reach the grand old age of 48 and recognise that this is actually it? The way it's going to be? Recently someone told me that the way to cope is to convince yourself that the way your life is was your choice. Why any sane person would choose this is another matter but it, kind of, makes sense.
Who knows? In the meantime i'll have a quick chat with the Degu's. They never judge.