A kid brother used to send me texts, " when you gonna drop by? Come visit? I'm just not a "drop by, come visit " kinda guy, i don't think i ever was really. How does someone like me explain that to a younger person who is so keen, to entertain and be entertained? And so, the texts fade away and i hope he's hasn't taken my stand-off-ish-ness too much to heart.
It's not that i don't care. I just can't be bothered.
The long weeks of nights seem longer, and by the time i've done my weekend shopping i just want to crawl into a hole with my Pear- juice and stay there until Monday night clocking-on time. How do i even begin, to explain that? It's a poor excuse but it's all i have.
The days and the weeks, the months and the years, roll on by. Time won't wait, as Freddie Mercury quaintly put it. And once they've gone they've gone. As someone said once, this is not a rehearsal. You can't edit and re-do life, what's done is done.. And so it goes...