ardour
Well known loser
I've spent my entire life in the same place. This means I'm able to picture what the city was like decades ago, and suddenly I'm transported back 20 years, in the blink of an eye, to when I wasn't a middle aged man and there was still some hope.
In reality, these days it's just a lot of pointless meandering about the inner city with nowhere to go and no-one to talk to. Browse a record store. Coffee at some cafe. Hipster SH clothing store. Cafe again. Most Saturdays are like this. Force myself to the gym for a late night workout, then walk past hundreds of young people lining up outside the clubs as I catch a bus home to an empty house.
I'm starting to find comfort in the familiar, but being a regular at certain places also makes me paranoid about what the staff think.
I'm worried I'll gradually turn into that annoying sort of individual most people cringe at having to deal with - the lonely old man who walks about aimlessly, testing peoples' patience by starting random conversations with strangers or service staff: looking for some kind of connection to momentarily alleviate his loneliness.
Those old men used to embarrass the hell of out me, but I've a lot more sympathy for this type of fellow now. It's just a matter of 10-15 years before I'll lose my mind and become one of them.
In reality, these days it's just a lot of pointless meandering about the inner city with nowhere to go and no-one to talk to. Browse a record store. Coffee at some cafe. Hipster SH clothing store. Cafe again. Most Saturdays are like this. Force myself to the gym for a late night workout, then walk past hundreds of young people lining up outside the clubs as I catch a bus home to an empty house.
I'm starting to find comfort in the familiar, but being a regular at certain places also makes me paranoid about what the staff think.
I'm worried I'll gradually turn into that annoying sort of individual most people cringe at having to deal with - the lonely old man who walks about aimlessly, testing peoples' patience by starting random conversations with strangers or service staff: looking for some kind of connection to momentarily alleviate his loneliness.
Those old men used to embarrass the hell of out me, but I've a lot more sympathy for this type of fellow now. It's just a matter of 10-15 years before I'll lose my mind and become one of them.
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